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letra de deathwish - ᐯic ᐯega

deathwish lyrics
(verse 1) – vic vega
20 years old and my sk!lls are unstoppable
hear me dropping knowledge on the mic, i’m undroppable
spending my time putting pieces to a puzzle
constructing all my verses as i do this stuff on purpose
pr-cks be getting famous while i’m still remaining nameless
little did you know that it’s a pain in the -n-s
feeding me these lies, these young cats be acting funny
motherf-ck fame, i’m all about making money
by myself and i refuse to get pushеd around
by a sucker ass clown, always tryna bring me down to the ground
mothеrf-ckers wanna always start b-tching
you’ll do anything in this world to get attention

(chorus) – cypress hill ×4
“all these punk n-ggas better bow down and submit”
“i’m a natural born rap k!ller”

(verse 3) – vic vega
no more lies when it comes to moneymaking in the industry
monologue my verse like joining ministry
deadly martial arts, getting wicked with this pencil
hit you so hard with my ninjago spinjitzu
who’s the biggest threat to wreck the mics when he’s ruthless?
make you check the dentist cause i left yo’ ass toothless
miscommunications leads to drastic measures
modern day k!lling sprees that’s way harder than ever
time to get a taste of my loaded smith and wesson
barrel in your mouth, send you to a new dimension
this is my quick observation
a murderous psychopath committing crimes with no hesitation
money’s a disease where most snakes be getting greedy
i see these motherf-ckers in my town that wanna be me
all these other rappers wanna shine like me
walk around the block and spit a rhyme like me
make a diss track, committing crimes like me
get into my face and wanna fight like me
you’re just a phony who would send all your friends
to do the dirty work for you – you’re a p-ssy to the end
ill stab you in the throat and watch you choke your own blood
always claim to be a thug, like you’ve been taking drugs
god bless the dead and death to crooked cops
and god bless my brothers going out busting shots
(chorus) – cypress hill and mike tyson ×4
“all these punk n-ggas better bow down and submit”
“i’m a natural born rap k!ller”
“lennox, i’m coming for you”

(verse 3) – vic vega
i’m trapped inside a deadly game, i’m hearing little kiddies screaming
post traumatic stress inside my brain, i’m seeing demons
it’s like my world is blinded
looking to find a cure for my sickness but i can’t even describe it
define it, for all my life i was rejected by my peers
what kind of life is that to live in taupo for years?
all i see is different faces, strange places
bullied during school, i was affected by this hatred
so when i kick a topic for this sh-t, it’s fundamental
cause they don’t give a f-ck about the hard times i’ve been through
i’m sick of being ignored and rejected throughout my life, black
but when i get dragged into beefs, i’m finna fight back
so stop tryna act like you’re some sort of tough contender
cause i don’t give a f-ck about you wack ass pretenders
claiming that you wanna f-ck me up? come and prove it
i’ll hang you by your chain just like the civil rights movement
and that’s real, so let my truth be revealed
a loaded smith and wesson? i’ve got’s to c-ck back my steel
dropping bombs on the mic? it’s like hamburger hill
cause where i’m coming from, b-tch! it’s like amityville
i’m living larger than a big fat b-tch with down syndrome
cash money dreams but gaining that is never simple
you recognize my name how i’m always releasing venom
picking up the mic, so i’mma just keep spitting
b-tches be talking sh-t? i just avoid them, n-gga what?
cause i’mma let them know that vic vega doesn’t give a f-ck
i’m all about making my cheddar so f-ck the haters
and if you’re one of them, then you’se a motherf-ckin’ faker
for every rhyme i write, reality strikes
i’m blowing up the rap game unlike a simple stick of dynamite
so don’t even confront me with all of that dumb sh-t
i’m the type of brother that you shouldn’t even f-ck with
and all my rhymes are always giving me props
dissing me on a record, you’re just pushing your luck
i’m known for wrecking mics and i’m know for breaking cyphers
growing up to be the king, my thoughts are getting wiser
i’m only 21 years old with big dreams
picturing mad cream, planning plots of multimillion schemes
and you know i’m not famous
so say my name before you die and i’ll make your death painless
(chorus) – cypress hill and mike tyson
“all these punk n-ggas better bow down and submit”
“i’m a natural born rap k!ller”
“lennox, i’m coming for you”

- ᐯic ᐯega

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