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letra de freelance - plain simple

h0m-nyms fluent/
persuasive agents invading so let me just get right to it/
im prudent/ im no, saint imma sinner/ but trembled out the placenta a winner
don’t you remember?/ such a momentous occ-ssion/ stop following cause my
favorites are farfromfavored/ the birth of my hidden talent was complicated in labor/
sadity n-ggas off the kitty litter/ but you talkin’ bold for a t-tty sipper/
see, im to high. b-tch i’m off the dipper/ or shaqanosis of the oop from fisher/
pushing the limits/ these pistons never stop till the finish/
rappers look mighty tasty, idi amin to this business/
i’m stoppin’ rappers like kappas/ & beating beats like a congo/
dead poets on instrumentals/ no bounce beats or party songs/
you get it? well i intended. offended? well then i meant it/
cuz i ain’t in it like bennett/ the beat escaped so i skinned it/
the compensation of many/ 400 years we’ll replenish/ or maybe we’re just a digit?/
mother f-ck your critics opinion!/

woke up this morning & even before the yawnin’ i prayed to god that the flautin’ of pistols
p-ssy, & content of vanity won’t conform me to commoners chasin’ dollars/
see commas runnin’ the projects/ & projects f-ckin’ with logic/
the government got us trippin’/ im spittin’ it like im lippin/
so all i need is attention/
no all i need is a minute or 2 or 3 cause im gifted with lyrics new to the district/
renew your smart trip when life ain’t fair where you livin’/
they guns is holstered they itchin’/
they tounges is potent from whippin’s they holdin’ close cause coppa’s go 240 on your kidney/
they lurkin’ throughout the city/ they schemin’ plottin’ for millions/
suburban view of the vagrants/ defamed/ vivascious and vained/ never to be the same/
silver spoon since the first moon my skin reflected/
darkest vesper/ helter skelter mind is written through the pictures that i’ve written/
basquiat but darker pigment/ flippin my words a lyrical gymnast/
want this sh-t? then come & get it/
new harlem, we own the city/
afg, who f-ckin’ with it?/
come correct or we will splitcha/
-d-mn!-

my crew we on top, you are below the belt/
i preach life to death so your small flame dont melt/
my cold heart. when my time comes i will be built by the lost memories, can’t suppress love i felt/ from az to md my mind will be spilt by this beat
that my four fathers built so can i just be free??/

- plain simple

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