a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de headed for fame - miniscule

[verse 1: miniscule]

inhaling fumes we defined as self esteem
only time i lie in the booth is when i’m sound asleep. complacently evasive i need more to achieve
giving isolated knowledge on beats i quarantine
now, i dumb it down for you to intervene
but this shit is invisible like cynical personalities
tame mc’s when they rip my scheme
they blame my add so i’m quick to take amphetamines
hack into your brain waves and freeze you like a figurine, adding coffee beans to make your memories bitter sweet
elite prominence like gods son
removing oxygen cause chokers are the fraudulent ones. blowing them out like opium smoke through your nose, gripping the notes on the microphone i compose
the clock goes but i don’t watch for the timing
it stops when i’m rhyming the spotlight is blinding

[hook]
(let me take a trip down memory laine)
it’s either tracks on my body, or the train headed to fame. (x2)

[verse 2, miniscule]

i don’t act right i bat right with eyes of divine sight
abstracted soul insight to shows packed tight
the limestone of limelight i flow calcite
protract my life in the paragraph that i write
in my labratoy my rationale on mic’s is mandatory
for blowing minds (mines) but the soldier lives with it to tell the story
attract your wives while i write a villanelle
and shiver the spinal cells of all of my clientele
never hard to tell like them people the with loud bites
never rapping with the greens but i’m blowing out clouds white
put your life in a shell then i pump out your gas price
like christ in the 12th night drums is my appetite
i stack heights man the altitudes my avenue
push the gl-ss off the street it dont smash it’s shatter proof. matter don’t matter unless the volume handles width
the next prolific kendrick meditating with candles lit
my forbidden m-n-scripts was born in star cores
hip hop philanthropist but trashing more rappers than car doors

[hook]
(let me take a trip down memory laine)
it’s either tracks on my body, or the train headed to fame. (x4)

[verse 3, miniscule]

jotting colossal on my mcdonald’s tray
my nastraudmatical resume turning cod to filet
im a rodent taming snakes who slither without a trace
and giving ghostface features like a raekwon tape
my veins on wait ingesting all this vitamin k
under pressure of impressing like the tightest lingere
while i’m living in a tenement foggy in the window pane, hurricanes replacing all my arteries with weather vanes
the tempo slows a frame but my seconds are embezzled
so the verse you’ve heard was 7 years for my mental
so i’m sinning like the devil but forgiven in a temple
in a single instrumental i am intercontinental
chilling with the villains in a titanic vessel
don’t even tremble when we sink like a b-ss in treble
probably your biggest fear going to the sea flo
but i’m living in sea enemies (and seeing enemies)
call the b nemo

[hook]
(let me take a trip down memory lane)
it’s either tracks on my body, or the train headed for fame (x4)

- miniscule

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS