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letra de alphabet killer - pat app

intro skit:

verse 1:

viewer discretion advised
i can’t, censor the rhymes
my aim is clicking with minds
who crave wisdom like mayans
bang, blowing up like sensitive mines
blessing these mics with intellect and insight
so let me set this off right
i am the illest
i’m sick without the signs or the symptoms
hospitals timid to risk my admission
think my condition stems from my diligence
abolitionist impacting the m-sses
mentally shift em til uncle sam having hissy fits
god d-mnit, reppin for my planet
young elevated bandit
from the state of indiana
flows on present day atlantis
knowing every day ain’t granted
make the best of what im handed
bread and fish could change a famine
i ain’t never lied
manifest dreams learned not to chase em
i ain’t never tired
master the key, virtue of patience
i got hella time
planting my seeds, working away
while niggas petrified
fruits of my labor coming in fresh supply
check the extra eye

hook:

i’m the alphabet k!ller murder every letter a to z
then pace the scene, stained in ink
my trusty pen the only thing on me
can’t evade the heat
somebody stop him fore’ he slay the streets

verse 2:

pushing my mental its more than just pushing pencils
i put you on knowledge pushing narcotics
my product been dope, please
pushing limits, no ceilings, i push the pedal, im driven
push your b-ttons then push off your television
just to tell my vision
picture my brethren winning, together existing
excelling and accepting our difference, letters i k!ll are foretelling of the depth of my writtens
rhetoric shifting perspectives til my legacy finished
let me go in uh, feelin myself
had this feeling myself
hip hop still got big shoes to fill might have to fill em myself
leave fillers and filters to fishier figures
affiliate me with epiphanies and filament flickers
filibusters for busters but i feel a buster with something, ammunition come in abundance
tell these chumps they don’t want it, what is
rap these days besides production with mumbling
yall f-cked the game up shooting blanks
i’ll f-ck it up with some substance, bustin

hook:

i’m the alphabet k!ller murder every letter a to z
then pace the scene, stained in ink
my trusty pen the only thing on me
can’t evade the heat
somebody stop him fore’ he slay the streets

ending skit:

- pat app

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