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letra de beware - material theory

[intro: excel]

i wanna hear respect in these n-ggas voices when they talk about us
i gave you fair warning n-gga
i told you motherf-ckers
this ain’t no f-cking joke n-gga

[verse 1: excel]

we got the famous hooks like oscar de la hoya
leave these beats bruised up, like the eyes of latoya
jackson, i’m a warrior, speedy claxton
i be jamie foxx, all these other rappers braxton
leaving n-ggas on the floor for more, i’m sure
my status elevated like a cocaine spore, leave em’
high and dry like tides, but i be cleaner
far from average, but couldn’t get any meaner
f-ck an s3, i’m the greatest in the galaxy
bodying anatomies, with lyrical fatalities
got the crazed flow like pipes in an asylum
but i never lie
smash your phones together, that’s an iphone 5
can’t even call for help, like your iphone died
siri said you hot? well your iphone lied
these labels tryna front like i’m not that guy
like stuck up celebrities, they don’t got no time
they just not gon’ sign, a real motherf-cker
they cannot see why
these other rappers similar to chris g-y bosh
tryna team with wade and lebron and think that they hard
but be softer than a f-cking marshmallow on a pillow
next to the bare -ss of a baby with a willow in hand
i got blueprints, these n-ggas got plans
and wonder why i k!ll em, every way, every d-mn
time the stepping forward, ain’t no weapons that can short us
p-ssing judgement, but could never really court us
put the metal to your face like victor von doom
or tony stark, optimus prime, i got the spark
and energon, to go on, on any song
i do belong, in catalogues, and plenty long
lists of spits who sh-t, bringing them hits
of rappers who box in the booth, spitting them fists on a rope
i hope they can cope

[verse 2: kfrxsh]

i heard em talking bout the present and the future
but n-ggas living in the past are only out to shoot ya
and i could tell you stories ‘bout rappers who never made it
40 years & still in the club sayin’ we made
all iced out, but jewelry is gold plated
spent a thousand on ya clothes, ya style is outdated
faded off the henny but that is an understatement
i been k!lling beats for years, but a n-gga just underrated
i heard ya top 5, i probably wasn’t one of em’
5 bad hoes & i bet you i’m f-ckin 2 of em’
all ya favorite rappers i bet you i’m k!lling all of em’
stunting on the gram, ya likes, you bought all of em’
come on, why you acting like you living lavish
a 9 to 5 beat a jail sentence any day
blowing all your cash, never saved for a rainy day
open up the window let the rounds from the semi spray
a hollow tip’ll hit you a n-gga first, call it ray j
and it can’t get no realer, never been a k!ller, but hang with gorillas
style is on point, john wall with fashion sense
that mean i ball & all you do is ride the bench
you see the clothes never make a man
you could wear a gucci belt & still be a booty n-gga
broke n-ggas always be the flashiest with no swag
i wear a $20 dollar tee & probably still bag
which ever girl, you be all up in her dm’s
i hate a lame n-gga, i wouldn’t wanna be em’

- material theory

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