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letra de lyrical murderer freestyle - nino bless

[verse]:
two millenniums after christ
god sent bless to mash cause you lames wasn’t actin’ right
it’s a fact i’m nice
when son grab the mic i’ll rap like a young rakim with pun’s appet-te
i’m past the hype
f-ck cash and ice
ain’t the gangsta type but ran some heists
bringin’ rap back despite what b-st-rds like
till they shut my casket tight and i’m burnin’ in the my afterlife
you can say i took bad advice, i am
a product of my environment, here’s where i stand
i ain’t for the jockin’ n-ggas aura
or the skinny prada’s n-gga’s rockin’ this is sodom and gomorrah
this has gotten outta order
i was rockin’ with the slaughter
i’m the one no one thought of, now they got me on the corner
i am not playin’ possum, don’t get caught up
i got glocks and i’ll pop ’em
i’m pic-sso when i draw ’em, wanna spot?
though i got some supporters i ain’t poppin’ as an artist
but, that’ll stop when i drop what’s in my storage
i am, still vibin’ and dodgin’ like ali boxin’
these haters is hot and ally ally oxen
i will karate chop em and box ’em
and box ’em next to where ever hoffa’s body is rottin’
how could, anybody knock him?
nino’s a one man, slaughter don’t gotta be on the album
thanks to joe, don’t wanna be amalgam
i choke necks, holla with the right amount son
i never beef so just count son out
i be makin’ headlines like that mouse on mouse
get it?
sh-t’s embedded, born with a plot to win
throw 2pacalypse in to wash my sins
spit hotness with every ounce of oxygen
i make the top tens in the thermometer burst right out the top of it
n-ggas say they wanted lyrical murder, i’m here
with the one shot k!ll, but the guns c-cked still
pop steel cause you c-cks don’t want me to pop still
know you’d rather see me hurtin’ like johnny knoxville
do you hear me? i am how the block feels
i am real hip hop so i’m on the block still
my stock builds with each tape that i leak
for those that doubt still you only made me a beast
cheese!
take a pic, i’m the face of the streets
now frame it, i’m ghetto famous, ebay for cheap
i am fiendin’ to eat, but not tastin’ defeat
i am the fresh air shyne breathe the day he’s released
one of the best out, rappin’ with sk!lls
if i die when i’m done, i be the latin big l
d-mn, cause when you dead they appreciate you a lot more
cause ain’t no reason to hate you so your stock soar
for that, i don’t need to pop off, f-ck it
for the way that i flow this ain’t got no justice
your knees are numb and you’re limpin’ on a lot of your tracks
the reaper comin’ i caught another body on wax
murder!

- nino bless

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