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letra de levels - mr. fliegel

i keep my rhymes…

far from dusty
far from musty
more like a must see
fresh like a cuss be

and i’m always on the next move
just like a bus be
i hear the way they’re rappin’
i don’t see what all the fuss be
these other boys are fakers
i’m for real – you can trust me

i’m the no name brand with
the top game bandwidth
the upper hand’s
the only hand
this whitebread
came to jam with

if there are levels to this game
well then i gotta bе the main boss
my rhymings so insane
you play with me and gеt your brain lost
them?
they’re the filler
i’m the
–
main course
me?
i’m the iller
they’re the
–
lame cough

and i came to bring this pain
but leave some pleasure on the send off

i flow cool and refreshing like the breeze in fall
and like the fall leaves i’m blazing till i’m freezing y’all
and like that fall breeze i’m flowing till i’m leaving y’all

you know i’m coming through to get you right with this medicine
with lines so bright it’s like i just might just write with thomas edison

don’t be judgy locking me and my rhymes out, let us in
i think it’s depressing you’ve been messing with these lesser men

i’m absolutely sure that you deserve a finer specimen
getcha thinking caps in check
and show some due respect
the professors in
the kind
with the kinda mind
that never finds the time to drop the pen
the kind
that’s never stressing
when he’s flexing
n impressin’m
the kind to breeze
right through rhymes like these
when he’s catching z’s
in rem
and i don’t do the egos
so not very far at all as far as you and me goes
but if you don’t got an ego, maybe we could be amigos
and see how hot this heat goes
cuz ain’t no rhymes like fliegel’s

you can’t hold me down, hold me back, hold me up
you can’t roll with me homie
i roll solo like the cup

i’m spitting fresh spit
they’re hocking loogies
i see how they stress it
eyes closed when i do these
this ain’t no impression

i am a boss truly
they can not run through me
i see them
and they looking
at me like
“who me?”

and i’m always down to kick it
i’ll see u at the dojo
i hear it, then i think it
then i feel it, then the words flow
flyer than the birds go
more fire than inferno
spitting fire on the flower power
never get a burn though
from a bitty baby boy to the he-rs-
here to do this till it hurts
keep this fresh like a curse
every day i’m getting better
every day they’re sounding worse

i take my rhyme
resurrect it
take my time
to perfect it
get the syllables connected
dissect it
correct it
double triple check it
inflect it
project it
got y’all like
“how in the heck did…?”
but i’m out as expected

i’m far from the standard
give a t-rd what your heard
every word float like a hummingbird
float like a bee
i be like a king
king meant for me
i see everything
already king mentally
nothing accidentally

- mr fliegel

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