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letra de the vision - muze sikk

the visions the hardest thing to hold
most give up; give in
can’t break the mold
at the end of the line will you die unknown?

h-ll no
i was doing me on this lonely road
the goal is all i see
you can ask around
too many make excuses
i just make it known
that i won’t accept the life you live
i’d rather die trying than to give in
there ain’t enough songs about a comeback kid
and there is something missing

and no
there ain’t enough songs about a comeback kid
or a man that’s on a mission

step it a level
stop and stare
rip past the threshold
there’s a cost to be the boss
check out my pencil
i purported
you prehensile?
al pacino with the c notes
die a boss and not no cheapo
hollow mantra when you sing bro
you look lousy to my creedo

pick the slack up like a dime a dozen
rappers turn out bluffing
knuckle up his mug and make his knee caps buckle
open door to those who overdose on only dope
i garner green
grazing in the pasture like some sheep
we up a different creek
alleyways in cali
ya my almanac was future tense
my particle accelerator harkens those who choose the best
eminem’s a synonym
ascent is daily different
deliverance of different spits
and different l!cks exscquisite

produced by me
every single record made by sikk
i don’t know n0body else who can compete
they incompetent
my opposite
no conversation
trouble with these half ass rappers is they never last for half as long
so i say “so long”

yes i got the qualitative quantity you hate and that’s too bad
hey suck a d-ck or something
none compare
come paired or solo
turn your tooth to blue with fists to boot
im really cool with those who prove
it’s all a show i see whenever you proceed to goof

knock that wack sh-t off
mister miyagi with the car
mister try harder
i go hard until im saucing on these thoughts
the nihilistic b-tches pity party turns into a baby shower
i come forth with crazy power
this meltdown might make you cower
i don’t want to be the one to put em in a casket
last call for the assh0l-s never lasting
longer than a mf lager drunk by a farmer
hit the track turnt for a gardner
5% tint on the limousine
cuz the b-tch got tits you will never see
did i miss something?
do i never cease?
this ain’t what you want
never mess with me

i don’t need a thing from n0body but me
ya i sing cold but my spit might freeze
subzero way below
a known chief
executive
expertly wrecking the beats
destined to bless and thresh
i might reap
better than whoever getting better every week
mfs weak to the strong arm swing
stop before you start
ain’t got the heart or half the heat

- muze sikk

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