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letra de ambuscade - odyss3y

[verse i]
back up on track, i’m running laps again
yeah, they want me on that new wave, but i already been tapping in
wordplay visionist, k!ller of the hypocrites
labels tryna sign, but the deal’s illegitimate
nah, too many rap figures pay attention to they commas
continous drama to seem bigger to fit they personas
a different psyche, all to seem so high and mighty
the richer been caught in desires, curse of aphrodite
so many great people fallen from grace
one wrong move, your life is now enclosed in a case
too many people popping smoke, whether its cannabis or bashfulness
all the scummy b-tches turn to vultures when the clout evaporates
now they ravenous, the overdosers are just moldered by the decomposers
then it’s over, it’s the closure
that’s that lca, life cycle of -n-lysis
but the clout chasers are just life-created accidents
so acidic when i spit it, copy this you f-cking mimic
parasitic gimmicks lost the grip, now leech onto a clinic
mumble rappers fumble words, they fail the functions when they calibrate
the brain becomes the blanker slate when they attempt to calculate
i’m making art with my pieces, my sh-t been delicate but elegant
a poet so eloquent, the specialist in his element
these rappers are just actors acting by faking the malice
now they drinking from the chalice, with gold soiled in palace
[verse ii]
how these power players want paper, but folding like a pamphlet
the pencil sharp, like i, shake spears outta hamlet
i know i ain’t the g.o.a.t, but i entwine with the camlet
copped a new coat, take notes, when the cam lit
i ain’t ever under pressure with the wallet made of leather
f-ck oppressors, you can never treasure my own measurements
you can’t mess with excellence, i’m so monumental
target for the top underlined the name with a pencil
i been honest, i been frank, i need to cop some ben franklins
calling me a sensei, i’m the next sensation
running on the track, passing pr-cks, lemme run it up
stop sleeping on this motherf-cker, b-tch i’m boutta lay em’ up
i done spit that honesty, one of many prodigies
i don’t roll with foes, nah i don’t f-ck with any wannabes
they spoon-feeding deceit to me, f-ck your ideology
the prophecy controlling me, a man titled odyss3y

- odyss3y

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