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letra de pencil bars 2 - mattakript

intro:

yeah (let’s go)
well alright (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
it’s time. a, a, b-c-d, e (yeah) f-u
okay (good god)

verse 1:

you keep on saying that you’re married to the game, but i blocked the aisle
while i’m digging down a grave, then i’ll drop a pile
of faeces, after putting your body into the bottom
then i’m vomiting on top of you just watch as i’ll
own you, like i got the files
from an orphanage, and you’re their foster child
kid, now you know i’m proper vial
and nothing but the very best in melbourne, doggy-style
that’s hands down, if you disagree
put us both up in a venue with a packed crowd
then give us microphones, and try dissing me
you don’t really want to see how that pans out
i promise you that is an obstacle
you don’t have the potential to bar fight
it’s near impossible not even probable
don’t even test me like rentals for car drives
you’ll (vroom) zoom, swerve
crash in-to the, curb
no seat-belt, he fell, down flat on the road
authorities asking “how fast did he go?”
(sir) well it’s more than likely
he tried and attempted for my speed
i gave him a warning and said that it might be
dangerous, but try me
so he put his foot onto the pedal hand is on the wheel
he started pushing but he couldn’t understand on how it feels
pretending being a driver without alerting a siren
and managing traveling 90 hours without a license
because you’re too young, and you don’t own the gas, to last
or barely even move past, a meter
i just had demeanor
june fifteen, twenty-eighteen

i saw you and your crew step in the building
thinking you’re all sick
acting so d-mn c-cky
well i guess you have small d-cks
i know that’s coming from an asian
that chinese, filopino
but at least my people
don’t walk around with an ego
get a dermatologist, to acknowledge this
i know that i’m under your skin
i’m a lyrical apocalypse, i got the doctors sick
in the sermon they sung out my hymns
when you were on your knees, and you we’re asking please
“lord, i just want to rap so i can stack some cheese”
to a god, that we really don’t know exist
you were praying i was ticking boxes off my list, like
writing the lines, check, recording the rhymes, next
have it memorized, done, do it all live, fun
set slayed, get paid, lady, exchange
numbers, get laid, next day, let’s say
bed shakes, one more time
she’s saying i’m the guy that humps too fine
plus he grinds, like he learnt from nyjah huston
defining ruthless, the silent truth is
there’s people staring
with a doubting face (a doubting face)
until they see me
slaughter on a stage
and it’s so strange it changed the way they
view of me and behave
yeah you never talked about me
but now you have heaps to say, b-tch

chorus:

take a closer look & understand
i tried to lift the world with broken hands
my weakened fingers caused my shattered bones
i beg you would have known

outro:

woo! (woo!) yeah! (uh) yep (good god)
(b-tch) okay, go (let’s go! let’s go! let’s go!)
well alright, a (a) a (a) b-c-d (what) e, f-u

- mattakript

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