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letra de quad choppers 3 - mrgvn

[verse 1: mrgvn]
quad choppers 3, yeah we back on the team
mrgvn represents mc rice in this b-tch
choppin’ the f-xking beat up like i’m fxcking down6
jumpin’ the top and i breakin’ em off, breakin’ em up outta coffin
quad choppers 3 i’ll be grinding my time
like i’m serial k!ller, keep a gun on my side
grab my pen and paper filling up with the rhymes
big dawg in the game, keep it real everytime
step is on, pull the rhythm
hit a motherf-cker with a criticism
i’ll be on my grind like a task of missions
hop in a fxcking redeye like f-xkin’ vampire
up in a gang, topping thеm bands, choppin em all, makin em mad, step in booth, rocking thе mic, walking apart, breaking thier back
this is the qc of quad choppers 3 we guarantee the dopeness of verse in this sh-t
comin to breakin em off and i pop a burst
i’m with the lucidd, b-tch better ready for the curse
always stepping up the pedal going for a new world
and yeah we swaggin everywhere like we gettin girls
motherf-ckers dying
keeping the top and coming to chop em up to pieces
packin a bag and i’m makin a mocha and makin em mad and furious
delusional b-tch they
hoping to hopping the top but i breakin em off
and i getting em off and taking em of
i’m not the one who’s a lyricist but i’ll be k!lling sh-t, swear all these people they acting like platypus, i’m the sh-t when i up the cannabis
b-tch i’m too geek, getting vicious
hold up, i’m coming to chop and coming to show and breakin apart and makin a money and makin em apart then making a buck then making a bug and break opponent take a poinment making a back when gets up and break and point then make a point and makin’ it poison make it apart
[verse 2: 202druid]
doubted because of my mic and my flows
shootin beams, at my enemy, no micro
i don’t care, if you hate, care, or like though
so many names, but whatever name i slice throats
cleanest of whips, lookin mean in this b-tch
heard they made a third installment, told em get me on this sh-t
and they did it real quick, thats my value
f-ck the kids, that been hating on a real, check this, with the way i step in
2018, when i ran up on this rap game
started up on rappad, ended up on rap fame
used to wanna be tech n9ne, or even splxt mane
now they’re prolly hit me up, b-tch i’m that great
and how many times have i just quit rapping
and i came back slashin, when i bring cold action, i been flow dashin
cult classics clappin, and i made a little mil so
tell em where i been, so
makin all these moves, catch a check, no deposit
fit so cold, and i’m ready to go cop it
been on the rockin, straight outta compton
been in the air when i’m up with my fennec i’m tappin it into the toplist
pickin up the clothes that i left in my closet
take my 9 out, guns banging from the c-ckpit
lucid with dreams, when theres 6 on the beat
down with rice, stayin clean, and teri b-tch we got this
it is what it seems, i been coming with the pack
i been staying first, while they second to the last
made a couple raps, now im lyrically grotesque
made myself a name, now i’m finna make it last
rise in the scene, turn my enemy to rats
lyrically i’m choppin, then ill chop you into half
lyrical monsters on the track, better run it back
quad choppers 3, f-ck a uc track
[verse 3: mc rice]
je débarque en quad pour rouler sur le game
j’empale comme un chopper, ils font les tepu pour la fame
j’aiguise la pointe d’un pen
irréductible comme fils de sempé
car gars saches que simplet
n’est pas le chemin que j’ai choisi, de portées je suis sapé
putain merde j’ai zappé
d’être nul, dès ma sortie de la teuch à ma reum je savais rapper

placements troublant pour ces jeunes pouces
placements fous genre je provoque des secousses
dvbbs, tsunami de flow pointu qui pique comme queue dans pamplemousse
les petits fans me traitent de légende
quand j’aurai disséqué la prod sur mes schémas je mettrais des légendes
pour les faire tomber je vise les jambes

flow des grimm a dessiné des grimaces sur la gueule de tout ces gueus, let’s go ma le-gueu
la ligue des rappeurs a ligoté les langues pour te léguer lyrical troma let’s go
double time flow comme tecca nina, flots de technique incroyable
mc effroyable a fini par maitriser légendaire technique dite imparable

accélération contrôlée sur la prod que j’ai moi-même méticuleus-m-nt cuisiné dans mes locaux
les 2 lettres ont pris d’assaut le rap underground, cette technique usinée sur mesure est le gros lot
la go suces mes grelots, grêlons blanchâtres dans sa chebou
que c’est chelou cette chedou, t’as le cheddar sous le gland, salope c’est exactement ce que j’appelle du shampoing aux œufs doux
[verse 4: titan]
quad chopper chega na cena pra aniquilar o horizonte, é fogo do ozonio na ponte, sigo no caminho com poder que me foi concedido vou derrubando montes
no fogo que te queima que te ataca no meio dessa arena to a frente aos montes, vou mudar cada caminho porque to front
frontline, na levada que mata que te bate eu sigo e avanço, quebrando a cara de cada um quando eu faço o verso eu não to manso
para com toda palhaçada quando eu aponto cada detalhe, vocês ficam voando

somos os quad choppers, não adianta correr, quando as palavras vem em alta velocidade pra você
mano pode crer, que no dia que você ficar mudo contra esse mundo isso fica imundo afentando a todo mundo também a você
isso aqui é um poema? é mais do que um poema, é um tipo e avanço mental que construí com toda verdade
para quebrar palhaçada que fica falando um monte de mentira para o meu povo só privando todos da realidade

da um tempo titan! eu sei que eu to ansioso mas tento até me acalmar
com tudo o que passa, em meio ao bagaço, eu juro que tento até me controlar
olha como ta, mano eu preciso parar um tempo e respirar
porque nesse mundo a situação ta muito difícil, mas que coisa que é isso alguém pode explicar?

quando me explicam falam besteira, pensam que a vida é zueira, pensa que tudo aqui ta sendo controlado
pensa que esse mundo é de qual lado? lado iludido, o lado iludido ou o equilibrado?
acho que o povo exagera um pouco na ideia do que ta acontecendo de verdade em nossa terra
quando eu falo toda a verdade e jogo na cara porque essa gente toda que ta aí para e não pensa nem um pouco no que eu quero dizer, mas quando eu falo que to certo muitos por aí querem criar guerra!! yeah yeah yeah!

[verse 5: teri]
hoes can’t breathe when i walk in the room
got the dough and then cheese and the sauce in the booth
yo feet can’t walk in these shoes
leave my 4s creased i’m calling my crew
b-tch i’m talking to you
byob not offering you
any weed or a bong you can use
if you need you a song you can loop
hit me you are pre-approved
you awfully stupid
wanna play the dice i’m not playing nice break into your apartment and loot it
gotta pay the price for not aiming right got a problem i can solve it like rubix
vinyl dropping imma call it my new sh-t, same advice
gotta lock in with the music, create some hype
you a lobster at ruth chris waiting to die
i’m the muf-cking goat
punchlines in the subtitles i’m done trying cope
dumb high in the club tryna ride on the poles
blunt wide it could touch from my eyes to my toes
used to this sh-t im taking hallucinogenics the way they screw with the image like a kaleidoscope
pharmaceutical sh-t with two different units of tris in my styrofoam
do the sh-t with the mic on my phone
light the backwoods
im a bad mother f-cker wanna pint of the ack so find it fast bruh
yo wife’s a bad cook
but you had to give her the bag, women don’t get with yo ass, giving a b-tch yo scr-pwood
pass the bone
yo sh-t polished ill dissolve it in acetone
do the knowledge, tutankhamun, till you have the throne
who’s a phrophet at stacking dough

[verse 6: hi-sunko]
start lobotomy, brain f-ck sh-t
it is hard to “rock” with me, dwayne johnson

walk and talkin’, steph hawking, on the

run it back, on a rhyme, the power of rewind
catch a flack, you could try, to f-ck with my kind
on my shaft, go and ride, a dominant kind

fast in this, better buckle, when i get’ up on em
boy a bottom, and i’m ‘bouta gobble a couple of mocca mocca (waka waka)
on em, ass and i outta be the one who’s gonna be takin’ a glock, i mean it
i gotta be k!llin’ em up in a minute
i’m devilish when i’m packin’ a mic
and its evident with the jackal of bite
anybody really, get it with a suckin’ up
like that dracula guy
i don’t really care what you say ما فيك تجيبني وانا بغني ولو اني supersonic sega!

y-y-yeah!, i am k!llin’ it rippin’ and dippin’ and flippin’ it
45 times, all day and night, winnin’ it
burnin’ me, like a zenin b-tch
thinkin’ that you are finish, but a minute
i come back, so menacing!
nah, i’ve been, so literally, lyrical with the ability
flibbidy-hibbidy gimmicky, it be, so vicious
when i’m rappin’ with sinister b, representin’ the philippines, b-tch!

[verse 7: lucidd]
i’m a thaumiel, apostles listen, it‘ll turn apollyon
a monster in a cage, lost in a conscious state of rage
a lock on a door holding back the lach ness beast encased
where the symbols on the wall in place have diamonds, hearts and spades
man, i’ll club it in the face, if it really goes insane
it’ll do what it really takes, and just give it all it’s sp-ce
i’m the essence of a demonic presence taking out the angelic peasants that oscillate h-ll and heaven
and i start to taste all of the blood in the air that lingers from the death around the dark and dead landscape
walking around in a post-war, the aftermath, every moment that built up to waste
i’m adventurous inside, when it comes to having pride
and i be keeping a secret, i’m bringing the feasible reasoning, of all the stressing in my mind
when i stand in front of light, and i feel like it’s stage fright, and they adlibbing ‘cause i forgot my line
b-tch! i’m a venomous snake in a medical state, i’m a cobra, the coma th’i’m in, i’m an imminent threat, and i can think what i want
sedimentary to minerals, amber to fossil, th’embeddedment of all the hieroglyphs, ephemeral sequence
look what you’ve done
i’m bout to reach the top of the food chain, the room is full, and now the haters lined up, we shoot they brains, now they tweakin’
now we got them frozen like otzi, a deer in headlights, got the beef demolished, the crusades, undead & leechy!
opening the gates to a dead dimension
i’m unleashing all the demons that are screeching and pleading to be released
now the tigris and euphrates have dried, now the demons rising, but then jesus comes a second time, the world came to speak
but i’m ending 100 wars, and i’m setting a boundary towards making an orbit like comet hale-bopp, and i coming back, hibernating in a cavern, no remorse
inutilis cube that’s bigger than the universe, connecting it like atoms to choppers, and now i’m giving it lore

[verse 8: down6]
intense in di-men-sion, possessions take over me
i relentlessly unravel a vengance
the foul dependency, howling endlessly
tower over cities, feeling like gotham’s legacy

of shadow figures, entities with oppressive needs
sytch’ll undermine them with unpleasentry
fate decided, now im begin sentencing
an-infinite-chopper tryna spread they mentioning

how the f-ck you wanna rap with me and be inaudible
determine the value within ya logic? near impossible
undeadly when im repping the evrdark to the crowds
i puff out a f-ckin cloud, ‘fore spitting a hundred rounds with a loud tone

ripping and grabbing the mic with a habit, open and cracking they head with a hammer
im hoping that bringing that murder whenever the track is blasting
fold when the action burning with passion from the faction
that beheading the industry, feed the fakes to the forest or locked up in an isolated habitat

in the bottom of the river where will the bodies will decay
will they finally start shiver, drowning quickly in a bay
it’ll be floating around to sydney, undiscovered in the race

if i see another song that has the naming “chopping” in it
better set a standard, dont you ponder to a random image
brandishing a can of sh-t, yall spitting like a lost division
moving with improper tongue, these choppers see in quad like vision

methodicaly bringing sunken anomolies. harmonies driven to give it a kick
and they melting within a minute, they hopelessly independent
they mope and concede to crumbling, bumping the hooded figure
when i crawl from the gutter they give me the chance to broadin’ the image

all i be thinking about is doing a murder, im shooting an opp in the cold
steal when i step on they property, happen to mob on the block and i mop up the gold
when im caught with a common new problem, uncover the f-cka that bringing the rage in a second
i bend em in half with the force of a god and i’m breaking facade when i open the chamber and stroll

- mrgvn

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