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letra de teflon - ousama + khalid

[part 1]

teflon hands your sh-t don’t stick to me
simple flows u can’t even write without twisting rizzlas bro
your simply phony i think in symphony
some are all stunners no rhymes
other all lyrics no style
simplify the vision to reanimate the mission
denigrate the past and then calibrate the chemist
switch flip kepler’s online
switch feet testing on time
tick tick tekkers on fire
putting pressure on your spinal
impression of a life subtle disses on the dial up
we light up the kybers and then slice through your fibres
you hype up these liars in python attire
too worn d-ckies not an iphone insight so
show em that the bygone is by god inspired

[bridge]

liam talquin
met you on the docks you were hurting
had you on the clock then we swerved it
used be the kid spitting curses i was burned from
heard every word that you’ve rhymed words with so don’t say your a wordsmith
if you ain’t pharoahe or aesop you have nothing to learn from
[part 2]

son of sam bringing back a hundred bands
court case bust from inside j-pan
me and all bros on the honour roll
whipping through tripping on a bag of skunk
making every colour grand
welcome man
this the la la land aali spinning
party hard bars scaring all the bali women
vips empty whys that? ousama did it
the d-ck is heavy handed hit the spot and now she smitten
sip the covi paper cup i park in it and there he goes
now he’s very old flexing
all these lovers in the paper
they wish to game the system but nothing is in favour
nothing is in flavour
all i see is death, ai is climbing to the nape i slyly miss the rapiers
the one vs one rust
the sit beside the window
the alienating dust
watching paint dry drapes all my devils may cry late
run up and i break fights stay sly pacemaker take vibes i must
brain turning mush
machinery of l-st
organise the pianist to save em
they animate the manger to elevate their fuss
i be angry too
sipping malibu rum god is gone
what are you to do nothing soothing
the plums bruised buck you £2.50 to buy booze
party money f-ck food
living off that rum fused with a line of white few powders get me high now
every night a total wipeout
why would i elevate when i could die out
denying time…
clock is ticking check the dial now
peter pan imposter pushing petals pack the pipe now
pivot round the peasants parading all of their sins
pinned against a ocean that’s segregating the fringe

- ousama khalid

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