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letra de last supper/black body bags - omar dua

thought i was gone, ya’ll are wrong
lemme show you what i do… it’s not just emo raps… it’s singing!
-laugh- i’m playing my man… that was for you taaj.. i know you bodied this back in 2012… i hope i do you justice bruh…
shout out to ishaq, i put this ep together because of you and your brother
and to mr. dortch, thank you above all – without you none of this is possible – it’s truly a blessing – i have no words

check it
i spit a mile a minute my rhymes are vivid
the sky’s the limit i saw my image my success infinite
ain’t n-body gonna stop my grind
i done did so much in such a short lil time
persevered thru enough to make a grown man cry
trials and tribulations my minds been liberated
the struggle of trying to fight yo head
my inner demons are scheming i’m pleading they please let me go
what i’ve been thru you’ll never really know
i’m k!lling n reeling feeling like a minion of satan
blatant disregard for human life that i’m making
breaking, sustaining thru praying motivating myself through self-worth
the benefit of knowledge is knowing where to begin – stop and then end
and i just stop at the end, fork in the road and here we at it again
contemplating my mind racing chasing pacing through the works
making something of this life while wait for the next is a perk
bobbing nodding rocking to this instrumental my mental getting fried
off the end like waterfall is this how i die?
my mind telling me to jump just close my eyes
i ain’t no saiyan i’m sane i’m saying without seeing i question how high
life’s full of risks n brisk you never if you don’t try
roll with the blows till goes just dodge like mayweather
you may weather a storm
but remember that conflicting situations on various occasions is the norm
i gotta motto i bottle my problems – there’s always flaw without form
the perfect person’s pertinent trust me when i say that’s it’s worth it
i don’t mess with drama, i never wanna, but i’ll warn ya – i rather it be james, bonda
shaken – not stirred – but keep that ish for ya momma
comma, karma gonna smite, and when it does it don’t feel too right
when it happens to me i just have a feel to write
grip the pen, and hold it tight, when i bark – i back it up with a bite – like iron mike
pick up the phone call 9/11 after tonight – i stand my ground when i fight
lit the track on fire i ain’t even needa light
i got god in my corner – and all of his might
chuch!

yo, i want to thank all of those who found their way to this final track..
i hope you enjoyed this ep as much as i did making it..
for the final encore… this is a special surprise for my musical mentor taaj
we live too far away to collaborate – so i just layed your version of this song ontop of this..
the best way i could see myself ending my music career is to get bodied by the man who buried this beat 5 years ago
5 years ago i quit rapping… 5 years later i’m finally going to be done for good..
taaj! take it away bruh!

speedy wit it
e is indeed the illest
critics can eat a d when i e-n-d every sentence
see me i’m blowing up, like it’s tnt when i kick it
i frequently speak the truth and i blow the lid off of secrets
penetrating flow blows a hole in yo defense, no, this is real
i abh-r- all the pretense
bars h-tchu in the b-lls like a knee lift, pause
im barely gettin warm, lemme begin
i follow leads of the seasoned
why the h-ll would chase footseps of n-gg-s who barely eating?
i took a trip to the garden of eden, and bartered for leniency
after i ate the fuit from all of the trees in
i cut a path that is only for me and-
walk it until the shoes i walk in lose sole(soul) like a bargain with demons
these rappers suck so bad, i can hardly believe it/
betchu in the back of the track you hear em gargling s-m-n
i got em saltier than rims upon a magerita
feeling smaller than kevin hart in basketball arena
tryna tell me how you so hard and like to palm a nina
butchu bout as real as mista bob dobalina
naw neega
i should change the name to born leader
cause i can zone, and i never have to spark reefer
blood and bone, life, sling poems through the speaker
heat seeker, tell ya camp stay low, like sonny cheeba

black body bags!!!

whoever said i was 1 dimesional lied
my verbal is prime, i’m live electrical wires
with the knowledge of the elderly wise
a prophet in the form of a man who was formally outta ny
putting grips on the mic, see the fire in eyes
working on hits, wrote the h….now i’m dotting the i
(hi!)
now i’m bout to bring t(taaj) to the mainstream
changed the name to e-k-z…jot rhymes
stop time!
ya laws are not mine
call shots, like i know hitmen with hotlines
strength like gyms, with gems that shock minds
spit phlegmn, watch it turn into men as it drops down
existence drips from lips to drum sounds
beyond rhyme, this is beginning of all time
it’s the genesis, the pinnacle, missin you small minds
when i’m penning i’m tapping into what was before time…
listen
this is beyond mortal fathoming
i shine like the brightest star, when the voice of god i am channeling
lodestone flows, i am managing
attractive as i’m rambling, i glow like my souls solar panneling
i’m not on wax yet
but i’ll soon serve lanolin
the wool is off, watch the lone wolf cause panicking
i lost my throne, but now i’m the man again
like a ressurection
put the breath in a mannequin

so tremendous
this potent dope is given to you all
dont take it in vain, like syringes
the scheme is sk!lled like a ninja
every twist of the pen tip serves in decimating your defenses!

[hook]

- omar dua

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