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letra de dead president$ iv - mar$ gram

[verse 1]

hop on a record and wreck it in milliseconds i use my tongue as a uzi don’t test it cause it’s a weapon i’m stepping in your direction for flexing like you the best with the pen sh-t b-tch don’t get reckless or necks’ll get disconnected invest in your next profession cause guess who’s been blessed n destined to rep this hip hop progression through message n self expression, tension can grow fast, i bet that your flow trash, i put in blood sweat n tears i’m drenching my notepads, i vent on these on dope tracks, they threaten i won’t last detention i’m not surprised why these peasants got no cl-ss, check it i’m resurrecting the verse with the god flow, an artist can paint a picture with words like pic-sso, my visions are everlasting like spirits you find in ghost, prolific the best in rapping my lyrics are rhyming quotes, by supervising my notes i’m neutralizing the goats i came in to make a statement i proved through grinding the most i’m too divine for most these newer guys are a hoax you trying to k!ll my dreams is suicide for your hopes, my fuel is fire n smoke, no need to get g-ssed up, my rhyming is kinda like engineering for nasa, i’m hearing the wack stuff they dropping it’s a disgrace, your options are quit the race ain’t no stopping him at this pace the clock is ticking away you gotta makes moves quick, the vibe is feeling alive when i’m dropping my new sh-t, by jotting my blueprint i bought me a blue whip, they talking big like they got it but not gonna prove it with or without the mic, i’m k!ll all the doubt tonight, cause my sk!ll is about to strike it’s gon’ feel like you found the light, right in the dark i used write in the dark like i committed a crime i put my life in the bars, i’m flying to mars could’ve been in star trek told you ima dog you beating me looking far fetched if we do collide it’s like feel a car wreck always going hard to rock out like a guitar set and mars next to, get to baton spitting bombs you won’t last cause ima finish strong it’s a long way to go, they laying low, i ain’t afraid of no – body pull out the shotty and i’m probly gon’ spray the whole clip n hit all the critics if they say it’s debatable i came to go insane wit flows make it relatable i’m capable of taking over quick when i make it pro and change the whole industry rappers dissing me save it tho none of you pay me so, i ain’t even available for chit n chat the real is back at it i’m k!lling tracks with the raps i give em’ mad havoc i’m spitting facts critics mad i’m feeling that p-ssion is still intact finna snap i’ll take game away n won’t give it back now it’s a wrap like i’m flipping packs out this is crack i lit the match we can get it cracking quick n fast i’ll hit the m-sses with different jabs viscous attacks get dis attached from the neck down your sh-t is trash been getting cash ever since that i skipped a cl-ss then hit the dab when your looking helpless i flex boy if your mad go and f-ck yourself like a s-x toy diplomatic, immunity’s not new to me i’m giving back to the kids packed in my community it’s foolery rappers only want fame n jewelry record labels smart claiming that your names soon to be all over the charts with the fans saying who is he but is it worth the part when they try changing you n me, true emcee i got it down to a t, plus my flows already dope don’t gotta go move a key just to prove or be someone so f-ck any scrutiny ima do it beautifully maneuvering through the beat this a eulogy for the rap game where it is now big n lit crowds be f-cking with this style so sit down my hype train you just missed out i’m feeling like chris brown i will lay a b-tch out i flip nouns n verbs when i spit a thousand words i conquer and destroy sh-t my gift is now a curse b-tch i’m flipping out the birds letting em’ be free, i heard your girls a fan i’ll send her a cd, like a total loss beats i wreck em’ completely riding dirty round’ town but fresh in my gt, pg no i’m rated r with the flows the scars that i’ve shown is cause i spar with the pros i’m far from the lows i’m like a star when it grows cigar with the smoke they saying mar was the chosen one they frozen up cause their hope is done n when you see me on track your supposed to run cause i’m like jason in case you ain’t notice son, i get a standing ovation the show is done my flow is un-touchable immaculate flawless, i don’t get a dime but i’m rapping regardless, imagine if all this p-ssion n knowledge was lost in the world by lacking in college i’m glad that i dropped see what i dealt with was a f-cking gift now i’m deep in this wealth plus i’m sonning these rappers i reach for my belt i don’t gotta prove sh-t the verse speaks for itself.. mar$

- mar gram

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