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letra de 52 (interlude) - o.e.

[intro]
uh
oe

[verse]
i look around, i can see that you shook, boy
you don’t know what this took, boy
i could write enough bars to fill up a f-cking book
& still they’d be asking for the hook, boy
but sometimes you just gotta spit sh-t to spit sh-t
i write a diptypch, now you f-ckers on my d-ck tip
i’m john wick, sl!ck, slitting wrists, it’s a quick trip
i don’t lip sync, my lyrics sick as syphillis
& i’m k!lling this
unlike these wack rappers
who put on an act just to brag about cash they don’t have
was that lack of originality supposed to distract me
from the fact you can’t rap
half as well as me?
cos i could be more broke
but i’m sure as h-ll not wealthy
i’m no bloke pretending to be something i’m not
i’m no joke, i’m too hot
i eat fire, y’all just suck smoke
uh
get the f-ck out my way
why is it i can only play your tape when i’m wasted?
no debate, if thеre’s one thing i hate
it’s whеn rappers take a great beat & then they waste it
me? i lay waste to sh-t
impatiently pacing about in this bas-m-nt
apartment, my target’s
been k!lling your favorite
rappers, cos half of them don’t even say sh-t
just in case it’s not apparent, motherf-cker, this my time
all your rhymes are basic, at the end of the line
but not mine cos i’m
straight outta storrs, connecticut
& for sure, my edicate’s reinforced with elegant
embellishments, in my element, i’m more than special, sh-t
when i go to record, leave them floored with eloquence
yeah, these words scorch, & what’s more, the precedent
i’m setting is definitely a new sort of excellence
i leave these rappers ho-rs-, while i soar, an elephant
never forgets, & you’ll get no recourse or benefits
are you gettin it? of course you’re hesitant
but i’ve no remorse, boy, i’m co-rs- & reticent
leave you sore with all sorts of assorted blemishes
you’re a corpse & i’m bored. i’m no mortal presence
did i mention my penmanship is heaven-sent?
i put the legend in intelligent, & it’s evident
i’m no eminem, but you bet i’m eminent
though i’m not yet relevant, or selling sh-t
i still relish it, & i ain’t talking condiments
don’t just spit for the h-ll of it, use some common sense
word to thomas paine, & to be honest pain
is all i’m dishing out, i’ve no time for compliments
yeah
all you rappers are of no consequence
as incompetent as congressmen, while i’m accomplishing
everything i said i would & more, i gotta lotta sh-t in store
for any motherf-cker who thinks that i’m not conquering
[outro]
uh
let it ride out
yeah
oe
shout out to ademir
yeah

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