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letra de the fire - mastamiind

[verse 1]
idiotic from the backpack, that he had on his back
teachers and students yelling at em
cause he was whiny brat, my rocket pack
just added from the fuel that’s clashed
and as i soon, i fly, i leave your smoke
in a box with matches that i use to light ya back
i’ve been running, so long, i wouldn’t think motherf-ckers
would ask, if i quit rap, and just shut to my trap, but no!
head to toe, my guns are made to blow
sinning with the villains on the coldest floor
then i go door to door, like i praise jehovah
p-ssy hoes are posers, don’t decal, i’m a special poster
and i would toast ya, but i don’t up a drink, i pick up a mic
pick a fight with me, and you gonna get what’s right
so if a motherf-cker wanna stomp you
beat you, and call you a f-g, to try to test you
just cause you looked in his general direction
f-ck the f-ggot! i’m standing up for n-ggas
that don’t have a person, to know he there
and know he exist, sh-t i’ve been living so much
f-ck emotion, that sh-t hid in a ditch, since i was six (yeah)
i live in a rut, and i’m stuck, but b-tch i never gave up
till i collapse, i’m a keep giving adrenaline, spitting venom
and upper cutting chins, kicking b-tches in they shins
and put lemons in they bruises, and still look up to
nas, rakim, big pun, eminem, james todd smith
biggie, pac, and mc ren

[sample]

[verse 2]
take food outta mc’s mouth
you should know what the f-ck i’m about
and for people who take my words, flip em, and t-ttie twist em
stop that bullsh-t now, till i leave to die
every song, i’m a keep giving my best f-cking verse
so i till leave earth, i will never dare to give a chorus
i don’t give a d-mn bout your importance
if i die, remember my death, i’m notorious
big with words, is like i murdered the f-cking english language
b-tch, i can’t distinguish sh-t, if you f-ggots ain’t replenish
this is what i do, and i did it, f-ck ya cash stacking to the ceiling
nothing about you f-ggots is real, that even
if you a fake banana clips, you wouldn’t be appealing
you mouth ceal it, i’m trying disappear on your apperance
rap’s a motherf-cking light bulb that gone out
cause it’s nothing but dumb ideas
i can hear the silence, fly over big sh-t, it piloting
nothing you n-ggas is inspiring, so i’m taking the by again
this is the light in the match
this is that last punch with your attack
this is what i want n-ggas to hear
the fire won’t go out, unless i’m never here

[sample]

- mastamiind

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