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letra de mc cognit was born - mc cognit

y’all think i’m dead wrong, proven is my intellect given to you formatted as this song
bout to unveil lyrical storm, say bye-bye now cause when it’s through you won’t get the chance when your family’s left alone without you to mourn
i’m sn-tchin the reigns, slashing and burning like a russian spittin raw flame n-ggas now’s the time you get to visit your fearfully antic-p-ted judgement days
don’t think you’ll see a crane, there’ll be no peace, it’s your corrupt blood that’s about to leak
my flow’s magnitude illicitly blastin through faster than sonic trails light sprinting past tails hearin’ the ringing of bells as he picks up some gold he deposits in his wells of wealth
you n-ggas so low, did you ever consider lookin for the top shelf?
i’ll leave your neurons catatonic, sittin’ dumbfounded you’ll feel you were hit by a train feelin’ ill nauseated with headache cause i’ve ripped a hole straight through your brain
you better sidestep in shame, get the f-ck out the way cause mc cognit here’s tired of takin’ sh-t to the face
done being silent, now i’m charged like tesla riding lightning explosively shocking crowds cause they never knew the sub underground rolled exponentially harder than the sh-t above under metro you fake n-ggas toss around
i’ll open abyss and show you the reality of a mind subject to a life’s time of listening and viewing a bunch of idiots thinking they’re top dime
genetically supreme?
n-gga f-ck a game, it’s filled with fakes complaining on reflections of themselves who all commit to the same
slappin’ each other’s -sses, just a parade of f-ggots callin’ one another out with similar pre-packaged m-ss produced bagged sh-t the rap heads profit with
sociopath stupid n-ggas like hopsin got nothin’ when their beat comes to an end, perpetuating you’re real then crossing your word? n-gga think again
need some help entering the grave? yeah you picked the bar but would have been afraid if you didn’t lack capacity to perceive just what a beast you’d disturb and unleash from hibernation beneath your feet in the underground rap cave
i’ll leave you floppin mad like a farmer chops the head off a hen, i’m tearing through like k!ller bees stinging again and again. think kendrick’s a short n-gga?
take the trip through my intestinal tunnel cause i’ll devour your woman sized blended guts through a funnel leaving your girl inseminated while i sh-t you into an oven to get cremated
i’ma scatter your b-tch ash along the dirt, better take the girl and flee to aussie now cause if you stay your career’s gettin’ bruised up hurt broken like your leg truthfully i gotta say thanks for snapping me to action but i always knew you couldn’t surrender the fame
your raps got lame, go cry again when you can’t see the music you toy with only distributes the pain
enjoy the hollow headed fan regime but don’t for a minute f-cking think your music contributes what you need to concede you’ll ever stand supreme living literal dream with weak little homies soft as a bagel with cream
your whole crew so small you should call each other gnomies, go into landscaping instead cause you belong as garden midget standees

a one man army, unique individual swarm, you n-ggas think you got anything in life quite worth living for?
i set my own sh-t and rhyme in the free time, a white motherf-cka you wouldn’t expect be spittin’ straight crime
my first f-ckin’ mic script, painted it in 10 minutes, still i’m deeper than 90% of what you f-ckers wright and generate hype with
illumination i’m shining like diamonds i’ll take you 20,000 leagues down to meet leviathan no support for illuminati i’ll control the world single handedly
i’m fitted with nothing but pure wit cascading down on me like blizzards droppin from the mountains, so i’m mounting the mic given to me on birth by the wizards intrinsically interestingly unseen i’m atop olympus and i look down on your league cause at the summit it is and only ever will be room for me

sadly, reality includes aspects in life so broad it’s not just these motherf-ckers i’ve got the seed of scrutiny to give
man, f-ck yall
f-ck yall
f-ck yall
the world’s given nothin but children, teenage parents spillin out kids yet failing to commit piling up the sh-t with the you they failed to give proper parenting to and now you’re strung out from last night addicted and only going to get out and party hammered again
my disappointment courses collateral in that of all the people i admit mistakes and reach out to give me the same empty praise thinking my emotions are nothing but surface like windex on a window pane
stupid motherf-ckers only smart enough to pick up sense of yet unable to fully understand extent that is my power
angelical talent given by god so i’ve got to dispose of the sod (you) pushing through to the sun
k!lling you all feels so good
i’m so blessed i get to f-ckin’ do it for fun
i’m bustin’ rhymes like automatic sig sauers’ dropping innocents so stimulating my brain could happily marathon it for hours
this free sh-t ain’t available anywhere else cause other rappers’ morals so gone hunting for paper leaving soul forged art behind they’re all f-ckin’ wrong
as people, where the f-ck’s the humanity? i k!lled that sh-t soon as i saw the world in actuality
chaotic principles and overpopulation to fuel world harming industry
coercing compet-tion between us instilling each individual with hate for another race or someone else’s ways since their very first days giving grace to ignoring our imminent globalized coming of everyone turning into slaves
bickering and distracted y’all so stupid yet pretend not to be blind in your ways
i cast myself behind letting my relationships unwind so ascent above you all i could rise, filled myself with new demonic embrace cause it’s only evil sp-wned by this hate
now i’m takin’ the cake, done being nice because all that sh-t is fake. i’m not stepping up to change, i’m ripping through to show y’all i’m here to dominate with heaven’s holy rage enticing excitement in young n-ggas thinking lies like they could ever get it made
think twice b-tch, i’m the rap sage, the mic mage harboring the arcane
incarcerated in my brain i hold the wisdom of rap’s key, let it be no longer mystery i set your future in misery locking it down for the ground and pound like if you’d try stepping up to me in the mma cage

- mc cognit

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