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letra de stronger (remix) - markct

markaveli – bonus track 8

[intro]
the chest, biceps, triceps
calves, lats, traps, abs and back
glutes and hamstrings, quads and wrists
repeat then sleep, then eat repeat
’till heartbeat and meat are complete
[…………….talk……..]

[verse: 1]
three in the afternoon time to feel the hurt
time to keep working until my heart’s alert
gotta feel the burn until i rip the shirt
when my sick uncomfortable guns are pumping sir
sweat on my sleeve, my first line: “time to bleed”
sweat on my feet cause it was your time to leave
when the nights right, pick a fresh bar and squeeze
raise the heat to a hundred and ninety nine degrees
you dudes are like the zyzz
me i’m behind machines
blending in, like a friendly college
jump out like hard arnold, armed with ammo
i’m a commando, being commando, (yea!)
squat low when them muscles split
in the craziness, i might also screech
i’m no atheist, no coincidence, (that i)
pray to god to forgive me, to dismiss my sins
i know god is with me, but am i working out backwards?
or metabolism just in love with us rappers?
i want a better tone like african dancers
i’d rather chill like i’m on muscle relaxers
with a couple of masterpiece chicks to juggle my mastered seeds quick
that would be sick
instead, i’m a slim synonym at the gym
saying a canadian prayer like i’m tim horton’s in the t-rd
praying i get strong, paranoid as i’m looking in the mirror
bruh i’ll tan before i flex for her
gym gods, please don’t ignore this amateur
people get m-ssive and smoke more than spice girls

[verse: 2]
who i trust, me
save that “we” sh-t for nintendo
until you get so slow
fight me i am turbo
forfeit, k-o
or get buried under steroids, big bro
yeah, i work for my pipes
’till i see my favourite rappers in the afterlife
i’ve been f-cked with like shady “25 to life”
it mattered ’till six, it didn’t last a night
i made it out in one piece
now i try to keep my peace
just add hockey you people made a young beast
unleash the pecs and bics’, the rebel arise
several have died, so what’s beef?

[verse: 3]
beef is when the douches are after you
for doing what you choose to do
dissing the other half of their f-ggot crew (yup)
and it’s true
the colour of my heart is the blackest hue
understand this madness, sadness
if i had never beefed, i’d always be getting my -ss kicked
eating a subway sandwich, god d-mn i’m a fat chick, (nah)
since i am slim, i always gotta get the last hit
against -ss-holes douche-bags jerks and maggots
mixed with b-st-rds, suckers t-rds and f-ggots
who only shout threats and always gott-a jet
dudes say they the best yet they nev-ar sweat
if you don’t believe in me, best believe i’m disabling you
so let death set a table for two
if you don’t believe in me, best believe i’m ending you too
so let death set a table for yous! (yeah!)

- markct

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