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letra de acid - misfithill

[intro: jesus h. macy & wilfred guevara]
mm, aye
yuh

[chorus: jesus h. macy]
acid rain inside my veins
blow your mind, that kurt cobain
misfithill stay be the gang
h-llfyre stay dropping flame
dropping heat // never cheat
y’all n-ggas just can’t compete
no one on my team if weak
they talking tough but talk is cheap

[verse 1: jesus h. macy]
if i’m on the track then you know it slaps
if i’m with ya chick them she on my lap
if they talking sh-t whip em with the strap
all i make is hits you can keep the bat
dopest boy in the cadillac
since 3 stacks brought the g back
no fake sh-t y’all can keep that
if you b-tch made you can keep back
too wavy no wave cap
rip yams that’s asap
me and dom go way back
recognize real f-ck an age gap
first place in the last lap
top five n-gga no cap
young legend no face tats
could put my city on the map
no lies only speak facts
in the front seat with the seat back
on the grind they don’t see that
on misfit hill where yo team at

[verse 2: wilfred guevara]
fire and pain inside of my veins
straight slain when i come for your brain
growing this money, growing this pain
wrong ball for the sport but we still game
if you ain’t with it, don’t shake my hand
lyrical spit putting you in a trance
38. special inside of the van
wet you up if you do not understand
eyes twitching, brain glitching, never civilized
lanes switching, blood sipping, wilfred is alive
up my sleeves, paranoia, every single night
glock my teddy, always ready, so go ahead and try
microphone slaughter on an everyday bases
beat the beat up like some jews and they cases
i say my graces, after i eat, your favorite mc, with no traces
secrets enclosed like a free mason, rap infamous, leaving you nameless
try to press me, you get hit the the basics
leave you in a coma with a hospital bracelet
sp-wn your fears, k!ll your career, then i p-ss on your grave stone and tell your ex baby to stop hitting up my phone

[verse 3: trent gould]
if i start off the flow a bit basic
cause i been rapping my -ss off without a vacation
spit no trash, im blasting
all bullsh-t outside of my vision, think i was eleven
had a premonition bout money and women
then i started to listen to 2pac and kendrick
realized that was all whack
i mean it’s all good on the side
but all bullsh-t aside
there’s so much to see experience in a lifetime
know way too many people who have trouble finding their right mind
if i didn’t write, i’d be one of them
now other rappers i be sonning them
literally anyone outside of the hill don’t be trusting em
only a few months in, but we here to win

[chorus]

[verse 4: nick empire ]
speed limit 70, i’ve been going 45
yeah i smoke a little bit, i’m just trying to enjoy my high
yeah i’m feeling kinda lit, i’m just trying to explore my prime
yeah i’m feeling paranoid, i’m just trying to avoid the lights
the ones that’s red and blue
i’m just trying to set the mood
realest smoker next to snoop
y’all too scared to confess the truth
i’m just trying to invest my youth
by going westbrook when i’m in the booth
pace around my living room
mj is who i listen to
dude so cold need chicken soup
i might need an interlude
for the things that i’m living through
but that sh-t doesn’t fit the mood
plan it then i execute
hope that things get better soon
bet they never do
too many emotions don’t wanna let em through

[outro: wilfred guevara]
tell your, mm
hitting up my, phone, phone
aye, mm, mm
tell your ex baby to stop hitting up my phone

- misfithill

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