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letra de heavenly exodus! - pe$o pete

[producer tag 1: tablez]
that’s so cool, tablez (that’s so cool, tablez)

[producer tag 2: oddwin & bzargoodboy]
ayo, oddwin!

[intro: pe$o pete]
haha
d-mn!

[verse 1: pe$o pete & [?]]
no more question, ’cause if he steppin’, be ready to dead sh-t, god d-mn
give me a second, memories always resurface whenever i brandish my weapon
whenever, whatever, i’m ready to dead sh-t, unsheathe weapon, extend blade length, area death wish (yeah!)
promise my lady i wouldn’t get lazy, if bro’ poppin’ off, i behead him
show you a different method, life like this, never came with a preference, god d-mn
cut out the stressors, and if they talk sh-t, apply pressure (yeah!)
bro wanna slight me? don’t take it lightly, we get aggressive, i bet the swing of my sword take his section
my grind v-s, i put on the pressure, we slice ’em and dice ’em, he gettin’ vectored (ha!)
i’m in the god d-mn cut, infection, they like my style, this sh-t infectious
he takin’ my flow, they bite my inflection, only thing different: my heart and my message (f-ck!)
only thing different: when i get to swingin’, i’m spinnin’, he split down the middle, i cut out his essence
closin’ the gap, left it open on wax, closer you get, only closer the threatened
stand on the line, got my foot where the thread is, learn you the difference ‘tween real and jesters
reason they flop when they so invested, ridin’ my d-ck, said “b-tch, ingest it” ([?])
pe$o was lonely, i want a collective, only dead bodies inside my collection
only zombies who i step with, drugs got me t–terin’ off ledges
life ain’t a joke, bro’, heath ledger, shoes too clean, brodie not a stepper ([?])
dps said “cop a glock, but the wesson”, after i rap, gotta pray on my blessins (boom!)
pray on my bredren, and to my enemies, i need y’all headless
gather my energy, i don’t need sympathy, i’m pushin’ forward for less than you rep’ with, d-mn
f-ckin’ wit’ pe$o? you dead, d-mn, yeah! (d-mn, k!ll ’em, yeah)
f-ckin’ wit’ pe$o? you dead, d-mn (one swing takin’ his head, d-mn)
i pull the sword, leave ’em red, d-mn (one swing takin’ his head, d-mn)
you f-ckin’ wit’ me, you dead, man, wait (one swing takin’ his head, shi—, shiny pack! -shiny pokémon sparkle-, -shiny pokémon sparkle-)
i’m really back in my bag, i’m really back in my zone (god d-mn, okay!)
i’m really back wit’ a jag’, i’m really back, finna blow (god d-mn, okay!)
pull up, i’m really back wit’ a clip, i’m really back, let it flip (god d-mn, okay!)
he talkin’ big like sh-t, you just a jit when i pull up, you b-tch
[tag: pe$o pete & [?]]
shiny pack! (-shiny pokémon sparkle-)

[verse 2: ty wild, pe$o pete, & [?]]
wings on my body, i’m flyer than you b-tches, hawkin’ ’em down, now they flyin’ right wit’ him
walk-walk wit’ a hawk while i’m hawkin’ and spittin’ on all of you trippin’
pretty as f-ck and they all know the difference, suited for ty, so she all in my business
caught me a body, they always go missin’, caught a body, got ’em whippin’, thought i was finished (thought i was finished)
i do and did what i gotta, y’all did what i wanna, they thot wanna try me, they try what i thought up (ha)
i lie wit’ yo’ b-tch while you lie on yo’ mama, matter fact, i might wit’ yo’ daughter (what?)
thinkin’ you a king, but you trip over fodder, i’m sonnin’ f-ckers, couldn’t trip ’bout a father
i walk what i talk, while you slippin’, i’m moppin’ you hawk to the hawk, you a pig for the slaughter
yo’ life a sin, been sinnin’ all my life, stick on my side, cl!ck all the time (boom-boom!)
chick dyin’ to ride, clique ride or die, b-tches on my side, b-tches on ya side
been the sh-t, been sh-ttin’ on ’em since i been on the rise
heaters risin’, rise raisin’ clips, might eclipse y’all horizon, they clipped my wings, still i’m in the sky (heaters risin’, rise raisin’ clips, might eclipse y’all horizon)
still i’m finna fly, but to fly to the top, gotta walk over corpses (shiny pack! -shiny pokémon sparkle-)
you a walkin’ corpse walkin’ wit’ corpses, stick not a torch, but it gon’ scorch ’em (grrrrr!)
dubbed the anointed, squad of zombies, told ’em, “fetch me they souls” and my dog brought the toys in
b-tch, it ain’t sh-t that ya shoota done shot ’cause i’m toxic, ain’t notta, you stoppin’ wit’ poison
tuckin’ my chain, ice cold, cold blood in my veins, vain soul sole function to reign
rain po’ flow stuffin’ ya flames, i’m van gogh, bro’ cut out the frame
seen me a vision, envisioned a dream, that dream been the mission
thought you was clippin’ me, f-ck all that sympathy, i’m takin’ flight again and gettin’ vengeance, d-mn (hahaha)

[verse 3: pe$o pete]
he takin’ flight, then i’m guessin’ we fight again, we steady on that, blade close combat
rage on contact, win it by sleight of hand in how i handle my hammer
i’m handy, manage every hit i commit, give ’em heavy damage, hittin’ every angle, shootin’ camera, steady standin’
f-ck wit’ my money: the biggest disadvantage, nine in my clip, that’s a dead man’s gambit, boom!
f-ckin’ wit’ pe$o? you dead, d-mn
chattin’ like they is ahead, the only thing lappin’ young pe$o his bread, d-mn
puttin’ that sh-t to bed, li’l poindexter, he a nerd like ned
i’m a big flexer, i’mma count my bread, had to cut that hook, lemme rap instead, god d-mnit (instead, god d-mnit)
[outro: ty wild & pe$o pete]
where ya fans, fool?
yeah, you f-ckin’ stink (yeah, you f-ckin’ stink)

- peo pete

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