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letra de quotable - miles powers

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[verse 1 – miles powers]
run it up run it up b-tch i be one of the best in the business i’m messin’ but really though
sure you ain’t bad but you needin’ some practice, look what i got b-tch it’s nothin’ but sadness
this is where this sh-t get you, yea hand over fist but the fist hit you
and the hand slap back like i panned that vocal track, got a cold soul so i gotta cope with that

got a bull by the h-rns, rose by the th-rns and i’m bored by this track already
so i move it along don’t improve it at all, pause then i’m back on ready
bet i be poor man’s me by next year, i can’t really flex come and check all the text here
but i got a flow like laxative overdose, comatose yea i be copin’ at home alone

that’s quotable, i’m sick of this sh-t like my other hoe, ask me i keep it a hundred?
no, i keep it like fifty-six yea i be shifty as sh-t and it’s wonderful, you a dumb adult
i just dumb it down, b-tch i run the town, that ain’t really mean much
sh-tty scene, but could k!ll your scene like sh-tty actor better flee bruh

weigh sh-t like a libra, ain’t sh-t but the beat good, ain’t fit for the backstage
i twitch like a fl!ck in the ashtray, shake hands and my back break
fake friends do it halfway, you ain’t even know my last name
you just know me by my handle (you ain’t even know my last name)

you don’t know me homie, i’m a solo dolo and i’m full of myself, feelin’ myself, get a mic
get it right, rhythm might help, your girl wet bet i got a stroke like swimmin’ mike phelps
and you h-lla right sh-t i got h-lla vices, oughta be righteous on a beat like this
so amazing grace yea praise the lord, don’t wanna go to h-ll better stay indoors

kick in the rear from the kick and the snare when they played with chords (yuh)
gotta write more gotta write better better when i write more if i stay the course
got new jewels? i’ll appraise em for you, no new news? are you lazy? oh yea
cold pabst but it’s all flat, long chat i’m done now don’t call back

[verse 2 – thiago]
y’all jokes and sh-t like bunny ears, y’all quote my sh-t like bunny ears
get out the way i’m running here, i’m making plays don’t interfere
i put in work, you barely here, i put in work, you volunteer
can’t see the scope, we huntin’ deer, this microphone my hunting gear

your wack verse took a hundred years, wrote mine over lunch and beer
restaurant playing chandelier, got xbox playing gungeon yea
life a bullet h-ll and i’m dodge rolling, platformer i’m side scrolling
budokai tenkaichi get the win is easy peasy see i’m comboing

wa-psh, yes i’m the best in the biz, y’all little eggs like a quiche, b-tch i’m a beast
i’m getting spit on the mic so i’ma just k!ll this scheme, ay yea
y’all ain’t sh-t on the mic though people just feel your memes, ay yea
“’ago ain’t fit to be kind though i think he’s really mean”

i’m a pessimistic exhibitionist with a pestilence a death wish on my desk
give your bestest estimate or sh-tty guess, think my excellency isn’t written yet
i’m a good for nothing and a workaholic, c-cky sh-t and a nervous wreck
throne’s needing better ergonomics, when i sit and write i always hurt my neck

- miles powers

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