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letra de 3rd bar invention - o'hene savant

verse 1:
i can write forward or backwards and switch my hands which
means that my elasticity is advanced as
ella fitzgerald, it’s feral it’s real
take six-zero years for you to even get there’ll
take eighty-four maybe more centuries eventually begin to see
why professors’ll mention me
had it not been for me and my aesthetic tendencies
then emcees wouldn’t have been emcees, they’d be industry
over symphonies i talk with clauses so awkward
harvard scholars is all astonished
my bars is to most a drainer of glucose
of too close a few notes will erode your front two lobes
i can quote th0r-au, how much you know?
i’ve already discovered five elements of pluto
under h2o, i can do over two flows
you folks be acting like a chump when it’s too cold
true idiots laugh at euclidean math
and ask why is it that we rarely cross paths
y’all funny, y’all dummies do not study
so you can’t take nothing from me or say nothing to me

refrain:
i’m as spectacular, miraculous, after it is that as it gather the accolades
clapping this rapping this magic in fact it is cl-ssic as cl-ssic can get, after this track
it is grabbing them cats and imagine a rap that is accurate unlike half of the cr-p
and, the culture excelling the portraits i tell ‘em it’s over we sell ‘em, we belling, rebelling, we yelling
tell

verse 2:
another psychic called my palm and read my mind
he’d find more poetry than shakespeare knew in his prime
i’m the architect of the pyramids
a lyricist so deep i’m at the bottom of the sea near the squids
there i flow all day and go all day
the opposite, i can hit ships with sonar rays
speech is so lovely, that the streets would just love me
bathe me in some honey, bet a bee wouldn’t touch me
i’m ugly, like a troll with his face bashed up
mad tough, as tough as a mack truck
allow me to elucidate my music’s fate
though measure with pleasure my measures, the future’s great
i’m mr. myth, my spit shifts the abyss
until i got ‘em with this in a bottomless pit
speech is so clever, the eyes that read it will well-up
you need to sample mozart so the beat can measure
most of your bars is basic
and i can break it down right now to a minute equation
i keep ‘em talking even if they stephen hawking
long as i’m breathing, walking and speaking often

verse 3:
[?] experiments with vowels and consonants
trying to blend [?] from all the continents
let’s say hypothetically you could get at me
theoretically none of y’all n-ggas could mess with me
i already changed the [seniority?] range
so now words speak at the coda, the nucleus plane
follow me to the very beginning of etymology
an odyssey with underdeveloped terminology
i ain’t get it yet, i have an eidetic sense
my pen attempts to record what i see in my lens
with little or no success my notes impress
but from what i hear in my head, my flow’s a mess
i daydream of perfect syntax
the day that i can pimp raps devoid of blemishes and lapse
my impact on rap is the bridge between spit
and the methods of having a range and imminence
the ending is the genesis
and this is the linguistic benefit of being a lyricist

it’s gotta be hotter because the piracy bothers me
so i’m getting inside of me, now he’s safe and he’s finally

- ohene savant

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