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letra de robert horry - pete flux & parental

robert horry lyrics
[verse]
i am not a brand
i am just the reason you call a fireman
on the stage, don’t tremble, been blessed with quiet hands
that dismember fake rappers as seen in diagrams
fam, here’s a death sentence for ya fragments
i’ve been a lethal injection, in a your vein
ever since my advent, n-ggas get a tad bent
outta shape when i start to demonstrate
that this sh-t is close curtains, plus i hemmed the drapes
on the window to your soul, repose, it’s gеtting late
wait, that would mean you’re blind from my optics
n-ggas livе fast, but not fly, like an ostrich
all y’all styles is old, put it in hospice
my magic pen can turn your fan to a hostage
in the land of the godless, i’m so nice with writtens
that i get paid to say “f-ck capitalism.”
get em’
i am not a fan
if you got a million high hats in ya raps
that’s, where ya flow should be on the track
brrrrrat, another f-ckin’ fraud on the mat
hit the floor with a splat like you fell, twenty stories
for sugarcoated smack that swears it’s hunky dory
love for the legends that spat truth before me
being a big shot, don’t mean you’re robert horry
what they taught me when i listened through my headphones
all i’m leaving in my wake is some dead poems
at the site of cr-p rap career headstones
in the zone, f-ck clones, i’m cinematic
this that top floor, top drawer, in the attic
n-ggas like “dagnabit, he done it again.”
i’m death valley in the summer, bout a hunnit and ten
fry an egg on ya car when i pick up my pen, uhhhhh

- pete flux parental

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