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letra de spitfire - mr. faiz

[verse]
first one swingin’ in the drama
two black eyes like women in mascara
geezer thought he was a boxer, lookin’ all silly with his guard up
chin him, he’s a goner
don’t tell me about bars
if it was bar-for-bar, i’ll spin him in his armour
cap’ll get peeled like the skin of a banana
head top missin’ like the singer in nirvana
now they wanna form on the lions
i’m ready for the war like i was born in the riots
you man are gettin’ floored, they’ll be callin’ the sirens
henny gettin’ poured if you’re caught in the violence
from day one they said faiz was sick
so many thought i was born with a virus
wanna be recordin’, i’m causin’ em fires
and when i get on tour i’ll be more than on flyers
always been a boy with the scheme
all about the money like floyd and his team
guess who came back? i’m annoying the scene
yeah the sea runs deep, that’s a poisonous gene
pick up the mic, it’s like i point a machine, got a sixteen
take a man out from a distance, suttin’ like toys with the beam
last thing you hear is an oi and a scream
come to these bars man have mastered the art
k!ll a man fast like a blast in the rart
they call me the big darg and the bars that i bark
send a man mars where the martians are parked
and i’m settin’ them levels but i’m in a different class
and i’m passin’ the mark
got bored of just lyrically k!llin’ mc’s
so we comin’ to the yards in the masks in the dark
[?] minus
i’ll force your retirements, i’m bored of you rhymers
used to be runnin’ from the law and the sirens
in and out of court for the violence
used to wear nothing but gucci, sold man i’m bored of designers
but wanna give my daughter the finest
the way i keep doubling money, the plug must’ve thought i was irish
they can never play with this flow
anybody will tell ya that faizer is cold
in the middle of the summer, i’ll be makin’ it snow
freeze an mc then i’m takin’ his coat
k!ll an mc, i ain’t takin’ it slow
got a roundhouse kick that be breakin’ his skull
in it for the winnin’, no one takin’ this gold
when i k!ll em on the riddim, i’ll be takin’ his soul
no blast, no cartridges
i show a man wear the bars with the casket is
and when the bars go hard, i’m an arsonist
send a man mars where the martians is
some of these boys are pipin’ up
they’re out of their depth, the get torn apart like piranha fish
they’ll be no more asking what’s after this
it’s the return of the spartan, heart full of permanent scarring
after my turn, then i’m starvin’
anyone in my way will get firmly departed when i’m confirming my target
when i say that i split a mans wig, i don’t mean i’ll put a perm in a parting
never act like you ain’t heard of me darling
cah’ none of these mc’s could murder me barring

- mr faiz

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