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letra de iliad - oddyssey

[verse 1: oddyssey]

they callin’ me, tellin’ me come back to the streets
like every little thing i say seems to call for a press release
i ain’t fugazzi like that, no conversational piece
black hood, no heart, organization xiii
n0body wanna be there for the struggle
they say they ain’t want bad blood, unhand me you filthy muggles
i lightly chuckle, keep it nonchalant
you idiots want savant, and i’m coolin’ like real subtle
but it’s no reb-ttal, smoked my fair share of 305s
until i die, i’m the patron saint of br-ss knuckles
and if you’re speakin’, i’m in the third person
cus’ the first person talks and them situations worsen
i know you thirsting
quench thy cravings while i wes craven maidens cus’ i’m a little over-ssertive
and they scream sir, this mink rug must be persian, as they disrobe and throw purses, and curses this was perveted
do it like han or chewie cus’ all i’m doin is blasting, ever lasting flow, gobbstopping you whack b-st-rds
never disrespected, have hoes calling me master, number one with a bullet, a cruciatus curse castor
rhyme with the esteem that i kinda lack in person
so the fact that i am bursting with the urge to be emerge and
rattle your brains for the name of the song you heard us in
bond of the james, gotta shake not, stir us in
was a nerd, took my knowledge and reffered
to some slurred curse words and word got around i was working
on major, when it dropped the b-tches heard it, and these birds that wouldn’t toss me a stare, suddenly cared
i concurred, that my life didn’t change much, just got a little crazy but it still retained a sane touch
now every ho wanna act sus, and how is it that b-tches that don’t @ us shouldn’t be named as such?
they ask, is it better to be loved or feared?
cus’ the ones that love me could do with me disappeared
and the ones who truly fear, know not of a god
they just know i reign over all, imperial flight squad
i wasn’t raised, i’m young and i’m dangerous
fly near the sun so it’s mad hard to aim at us
thou upon of these motherf-ckers claimin’ us
i stick to my guns, and son, there’s no changing us

- oddyssey

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