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letra de the villain - poetic death

[verse 1]

i got the ransom in the motor boat/
45 in my pocket/
bout to take the game for hostage/
and toss the lock with the loch ness/
i got a grudge for anybody/
that’s been sleeping on me/
i’ll probably write a couple diss tracks/
and put them aside for safety/
i’ve been building on the low/
while all these rappers were talking/
i was securing my options/
my throne was being built on a bargin/
while studying the words of sun tzu/
i was mastering the art of war/
i’m hungry/
but we still be giving thanks to the lord/
the only difference is/
my dinner plate can’t match your proportions/
cause i’ve battled the odds with cautions/
i refuse to acknowledge losses/
the resurrection of the 4th horseman/
i’m stomping on coffins/
better look to me like vadar/
or ima show you what the force is/
that’s peace god/
knowledge of self/
the reign of vii/
i’ll write a bible of my own/
before i’m walking into heaven/
that’s peace god/
knowledge of self/
the reign of vii/
i’ll write a bible of my own/
before i’m walking into heaven/

and the record i’m a narcissist/
talking walking/
and barking back at dogs/
before i’m ripping out their internal organs/
cause only gods relate/
so as far as i’m concerned/
all these savage mothafucers/
will get left in the storm/
and you stupid mothaf-ckers/
who should have never been born/
who gave you permission to speak?/
i hope you die by the sword/
i find it funny/
i’m the only one not here for the money/
i should have focused on myself/
cause maybe then they wouldn’t learn from me/
f-ck it/
just let it burn my n-gga/
let it burn/
cause everybody has a cycle/
i’m just waiting my turn/
my auntie niece on the other line/
saying she cried for me/
but all i’m thinking in my head is/
i’m hoping my mother’s smiling for me/
i got a couple cousins/
saying their riding for me/
that goes without a question though/
my family will die for me/
truth be told i know that god got me/
i never said that sh-t before/
until i met my n-gga papi/
but i’ll treat it with a grain of salt/
knowing that nothing’s promised g/
and take it to my grave/
you rappers lack the f-cking heart i keep/
dearly departed/
lost souls never forgotten/
keep watching/
i swear to god we’re gonna make it/
to the promised lands/
or to the holy sands/
reverse the metamorphoses/
i’m coming for the crown/
and i got plenty room for corpses/
who wants it?/

[chorus][2x]

this is murder this is not music
i get to talking my sh-t
before i get back to moving
i play the villain
like there’s nothing to it
the reign of vii better salute me
like you f-cking knew it

- poetic death

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