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letra de mic check - poetic mind

[verse one: poetic mind]

half these rappers is lame -ss
acting fly but they going down, plane crash
john smith it’s just a name tag
who shot ya? i’m not sure
leakin many shots 2pac shakur
my gun notorious ask b.i.g
put ya in a dimension an you will see
ima shine like a star and u a star witness
snitchin on the homies cuz you ain’t with this. (6ix9ine)
honestly f-ck facebook
police, wanna see, how your face look
ima straight lyrical crook
ask mobb deep they ain’t shook
ima the best rapper in my town
no i’m the best around’
they need to put there brain in they mouf
so they think before they speak about
you can feel these words like a heart beat
my lyrics strapped up like a car seat
you raised by the fish, i’m raised where sharks be
i stay on point like shark t–th

[verse two: poetic mind]

i pack heat
for light skin turning em to dark meat
i may be nodding off but still wide awake
i see the fake
i’m so focused i notice
when a leaf fall from a tree
don’t play for p-ssy
cuz they get you f-cked for free
these dudes be spitting fast
but i be conscious with my -ss
they be sayin nothing with talkin
i can hear everything even an ant walkin
how can you live for the future
if the only thing promised is death?
nothing left, they say death catches up
so i fall back
put the chrome to his skull cap
and let it blast
so last finished first
they dudes be talking sh-t
i got this for your -ss
sick of there rage
i’ll take your face off like nicholas cage
im a dangerous mc i don’t need no crew
come and test me my dude
i’m coming in one deep
you’ll need more then a white guy
and a camera to punk me…

[verse three: poetic mind]

my lyrics are equivalent to
big pun with a rocket launcher
as big as him son
you’ll take a big l no pun intended
if you can’t tell, they talk about rock and ice
because they can’t rock the mic
you want revenge? keep plotting
i’m striking first call me bin laden
ima grind until i fall
so you know what i stand for
utu we dig dirt
underground land floor
f-ck a banana clip
i’ll punch you in the adam’s apple
watch you chocking on your breath no grapple
go back to the lab and enhance your rhymes
your theory’s are a waste of time…
a bunch of flowing artist
but they raps are garbage
the last cat i rapped against
hasn’t been in a battle since
so that tells you how the battle went
how they hop in the studio as a train wreck
all they do is f-ck the track up
i need a rain check

- poetic mind

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