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letra de parables - matthew the artist

[verse 1: embis]
brain is packed to brim with all of these quotable phrases
notable phases, i write about as i’m going through changes
i only am layin’ for balance, maintain homeostasis
it’s a load of bull, ain’t it? i really think i’m supposed to be famous
i’m hopin’ i make it for show, to put you hoes in your place
if i don’t end up blowin’, at least you’ll throw a rose on my grave then
these folks that i placed in position to explode, now they fakin’
i charge a fee for you b-tches, can only hope you will pay it
invokin’ my pain to explain of which i hold and contain in
i don’t, then i’m payin’, got trouble simply my holdin’ my weight up
i molded the game to fit my style, holdin’ these haters
accountable, yeah, your doubt is fuel, now, i showed your true faces
i’m goin’ through pages of hate, b-tch, i hope you complainin’
’cause everything that you sayin’ is aidin’ goin’ to places
already spoke on the basis of leavin’ holes on the pavement
guess the end goal is to make it so that it don’t need explainin’
[verse 2: cusax]
return of the king, i murder the ring
i stirred up a herd of inverted feelings to win
a tournament, i’m lurkin’ from the curtains closin’, i been
a shogun with a shuriken throwin’ hurlin’ since a kid
go toe to toe advertently, my victory is certain see
a flow as cold is sure to be as sick as covid third degree
burnin’ picks like herman li, turnin’ fiction into real
my depiction is surreal, i’m the nixon of the field
just as rich and unconcealed, quit your b-tchin’, you’re the shield
spit this sh-t so inconspic’ like you was itchin’ for the k!ll
this is it, i’ma rip this instrumental new orifices
before i tore in to more insensitive or abysmal
targets on my list, so just sit for
a moment, i stole the show, and by stole it
i mean i own it, i sold my soul and destroyed it
so i could fold all opponents

[verse 3: matthew the artist]
i should loosen up, i done proved enough
they don’t want me servin’ beef like it’s buddhism
i’ma hooligan, all you plans are foiled like aluminum
what i do for fun is get a whole different hatred
’cause all you hoes are just basic
i’ll put your folks in the pavement
and i could put a hole in the matrix
then gather all my notes that i wrote
and mix it together like i spoke it in spanglish (yeah)
i’ll never let my feuds go expire
but i’m taken aback, leave my screws in a pile
except i’m made for to last and see who’s in denial
and greet the room with a smile, all these nuisance futiles
oo, ay, yuh
if you be beefing with me
i seasoned the reasons i’m piecing the puzzle for this recipe
they telling me please let them be, make like a tree and just leave
grab em like steak and some meat and then cleave
her, him, no, it’s just matt with the pen, it is no cap that i’m in
know that i’m capping them then, show that i’m bad, i’m a sin

- matthew the artist

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