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letra de crystal clear - phat n

[intro]
yo, crystal clear.. check it

[verse 1: phat n]
crystal clear, my life is picture perfect; kodak screen
which is me from the screams
dark times for me to rhymes i spit
me and my boys invented these games we play
say my name b-tch, that’s what i want; dead serious
no more time to talk about how bad my life was now
time to say what is now my frame is home page
touch screen; to be something you’re not
want to be me? can’t be, how?
what you see me on t.v. , you trying to act like me?
b-tches on my d-ck that’s how it is
money is power but we have none so that’s what we gotta do
make it, get paid with the sick rhymes; life’s good
so screw it, move it; time to make a place
with your face on the dash of my car
going 6-6 down i-95 with no brakes
and i broke the steering wheel with no gas pedal
full throttle down the sidewalk
hittin’ 20 stop signs; times over speed limit
pill poppin’ drug that put me under from over tip over car
blew up; sounded like a leaf stuck in a vacuum cleaner

[verse 2: lirica]
eyes low as i hit that bad hoe, stay away from blow
gotta get a quick smoke before i put on a show
recording on the downlow so no one laughs at my goals
hopefully i hit the road and you see me everywhere like the mode
if you feel useless then use this
verse to stand up, i’ll lead while i still have my youth b-tch
doubt me, you on some fool shit, my rhymes compliment most; cool whip
for all those who doubted me, look at me rise up
my lyrics f-ck you up worse than a knife cut; still don’t give a motherf-ck
about the dumb sluts and c-nts who just want a d-ck to suck
mary jane provides a temporary escape, i’m blowin’ up now you wanna be my friend? b-tch too late
i rhyme great and the b-tches so hot for me they’d love sex even if it was rape
break out the duct tape, tape up all the fakes
keep doin’ me and survive all the hate, you’re the one making a mistake
cause you had so much doubt in my abilities
make it to the top so i don’t have any responsibilities
i just don’t see how you’re not feelin’ me when i’m better than most mc’s
don’t interfere with my dream you f-ckin’ queer
i spit shit so unheard it’s like i was hard to hear
people always ask me to spit when i’m near and i strike fear
into opposing rappers, you’re stuck in the headlights like deer
chasing my dreams, i’m writing all year; do i make myself crystal clear?

[verse 3: atlas]
my words are explosive, did i mention corrosive?
i’m scoring every play; showboatin’
the only thing keeping my floatin’ is lnowin’ one day i’ll be at the top
no more ramen noodles in the pot; just watch
yes it’ll be a rolex; showing up in my chromed out ford flex
and them high school hotties i was never good enough for?
h-ll no; p-ssenger seat, oral sex only
about 11 b-tches at the same time, all y’all little n-gg-s stare from the sidelines
you can’t see me there must be a glare
i’m almost famous, it’s giving ya nightmares
yes the radio will play our jam; them bad b-tches more than likely will shed a tear
i am crystal clear, every time i flow these b-tches cringe in fear
just so you know i’m f-cking dead serious
if you ain’t believing me? you might be delirious
you better remember this titan; atlas
those b-tches are now laughless

- phat n

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