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letra de the long lost bars of michelangelo prod. khronos beats - michelangelo

terrestrial: and today, january 22nd there has been a double homicide by stabbing. we can’t release anything, but you know it’s all the same….
verse 1 (michelangelo): most of the time that i spend is spent spittin 16’s/ b-tch please/ i’m sure all of you artists know that i spit clean
never wrote a bad verse / i put fam first/ ain’t afraid of death, show me the light will be my last words
don’t need n0body wit me when i’m ridin alone/ any and every king should be willin to die for his throne/ how can you make a change without the will to strive for your own/ i think what i want, strictly because my mind is my own/
abide by the code/ no beef so no reason to hold heat/i’m runnin wit the pack like moguely/ that’s lowkey/
like every last one of my homies/ there’s no need/ to od/ in order to set your soul free/
there’s no key , you are forever locked in a cage/ someone had to learn to put an op in his place/ i chose the pad and the pen instead of shots to the face/ ain’t no such thing as over eatin, i got lots on my plate , and i’m hungry

terrestrial: there have been reports of another murder, we have another body at the scene. no fingerprints, nothing. everything is elucid, everything is gone! we have been looking for suspects and we have been searching all night. we will not stop until we find the suspect, what we have to do is bare together. this is what we do, every weather

verse 2 (michelangelo): tryna bring back the game who else is wit me?/ you know i lit 6 g’s/ just like a hippie from the mid 60’s / i spit 16’s/ sometimes i feel this sh-ts risky/ this b-tch tricked me/ but still had her feelin a bit frisky/
never mad afraid to p-ss away/ don’t know about the afterlife just know that if it’s heaven imma crash the gates/ i’ll smash the game/ for all the cash and fame/ and won’t be satisfied till i’m roamin the astral plane / yo..yo..
all of the sh-t that i spit is so rude and blatant/ street thugs and k!llas will have you questionin who is satan/ 3rd eye is sharp to the point of hallucination/ you losin races/ i’m tryna get used to changes/ like bruce and caitlyn
you stupid if you choosin battles wit me / i ride the beat like i was sittin on a saddle for three / i chose doin rap on a beat/ instead of crack on the streets/ hates flauntin, and snakes are talkin / like adam and eve/
doesn’t matter to me, the gift of music was sent to me/ extra terrestrially / don’t know what else you can expect of me/ spit my writtens mentally / speak usin telepathy/cause this game is my destiny/ do it till i eventually/ rest in peace

terrestrial: it’s been 72 hours, we have no leads, we have nothing!
the man has went ghost, the man has just gone! we have no clue…

- michelangelo

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