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letra de take off (clean) - mr. malish

[intro: sample from [?]]
[?]: where are we going?

[hook: malicious with dj blast scratches]
i heard the wack wanna take off. they can’t take off
without a runway, so run ‘way. your taste be soft
take the loss. tapes gets tossed when compared
to those who rock foul and flow unfair

[verse 1: malicious]
malicious, hardest cat hitting—that’s a given (come on)
ill act depicted, each line let time thicken
in a bomb rigged to split wigs in one mission
but didn’t leave your head spinning like dudes that’s spitting
back in position, making moves without silenced
permission for that paper. mourn your neighbors
a disc with this much danger should have came with a disclaimer
now each verse is worse than riding shotgun with a stranger
told ‘em, “play it safer.” for selling my song, i told ‘em
“think black. shrink wrap not that strong”
where i use ink, in a blink, your -ss’ll be gone
while they have nuts and bolts to hold back shaun
hold on… exactly. sh-t this catchy
get ladies in the club touching clothes until they’re khakis
haters unhappy when they can’t make a hit
“i don’t like him. he’s not soulful”—that’s so full of sh-t

[hook: malicious with dj blast scratches] (x2)
i heard the wack wanna take off. they can’t take off
without a runway, so run ‘way. your taste be soft
take the loss. tapes gets tossed when compared
to those who rock foul and flow unfair

[verse 2: malicious]
with a b-ssline, kick, and snare, i fit
rare runs where i’m restricted on airlines
seeing how i’m getting sharper. each day, i get older
i scared off three p-ssengers reading over my shoulder
he’s on—get your bomb team up out of harm’s way
professionals exceptional with this wordplay
on my worst days, it goes without saying. i still
roll over tracks like i’m hydroplaning. i
ain’t playing. for all y’all to think it’s a game
you should be ashamed. you come plain and then complain
claiming that y’all entertain. y’all entertain and can’t tamper
with full-grown fools—boy, you’re still in your pampers
going toe-to-toe with a track enhancer
the breaks of language like trigger tha gambler
leaving emcees upset when they see i’m the answer
to why they’re fading off of songs on a cd sampler

[verse 3: malicious]
i’m the last half an hour of a rambo fl1ck
with the cancelled cliques, lit candle wicks
‘bout as close as most get to hot wax on sh-t
compare it to the non-spirit, lines uplift
see, i don’t mean to offend, but we’re at opposite ends
hardest part of writing rhymes for me is finding a pen
if that’s your friend, let him know when the beat’s on
and begone. i’m beyond y’all—believe me
flows above most. those afraid of heights can’t hear me
wanting me to slow down and speak more clearly
like i’m taking requests, you’re better off
taking off. we ain’t taking a rest—we taking off
we’re taking a rest, got your whole team screaming
“i hate playing games when the teams ain’t even”
we ain’t leaving, so take your lift
but if you fall too quick, [?]

[outro: rayna shine with dj blast scratches]
yeah, what wasn’t clear? rayna shine, rainmakerz, blast locking it down. stronghold, ny locking it down. offsides like you didn’t know. what the f-ck? ay, [?], mr. malish and [?] locking it down

- mr malish

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