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letra de remember me - poops

p–ps – “remember me”
[emcee(s): p–ps]
[producer(s): fboom]

[verse 1: p–ps]
from streets to aerial flights of ghetto sciences
for the critics that stereotype—that’s why most of my [?]
dead and ridiculed, in a burial site. it ain’t
right, but, hey, that’s life. gotta have sk!lls to bang
twice. in my laboratory, i study cheese
and train mice. me and f got the blood of the same type
i apologize to new york for any com-
-plication. i just try to give the brain life with a con-
-versation, but, for some reason, they still don’t understand, son
so, in the eve of the night, i swallow the big apple
like adam. all five boroughs at random, from the real
to the fakes, from the p-ssies to the snakes. they’re all described
and around like character rising face. like a sketch
artist, not leaving out one trait. no ex’, seal
the doors off and let no one escape this ‘cause i’ma pul-
-verize with a statement ‘til all comp’ is galvanized
and vanquished. i’m just trying to economize the industry
to be more sp-cious ‘cause i’ma need a lot of room
to fit these creations, ‘cause i’ma need a lot of room
to fit these creations

[verse 2: p–ps]
sit at my desk and sketch it, pray to my god to bless this
righteous shredding while we’re having a b-ss wedding
to even set it. yo, f, scratch the racks and bring out
the cuts like calisthenics. remember me and don’t forget it
well, we had scratches of matches, but now we gotta
get sample clearance from these f-ggot rappers (yeah)
as long as the flow is sentenced to death row, i’ll
be copacetic, lounging in the system [?]
but he p-ssed me the mic, he my codefendant
instead, he can’t wait—let’s just go in and get it
my managers come together, slow-pacing, no racing
and operate like doctors and work on our patients, yo
check it out. it used to be a hobby, now
it’s work for me, it’s a 9-to-5 hurting emcees
“i thought i left him dead.” test the strength of the modern-
-time hercules. the guiding light, n-ggas must have heard
of me—that’s why they’re playing son/sun close like mercury
if the whole world relates to my pain, we’ll be in
a state of emergency, code red, all units on standby
global chaos just to be recording me rhyme
fans cry, jewels of life dropped like a tear
from a watery eye. tears drop like a tear
from a watery eye. fans cry, jewels of life dropped like a tear
from a watery eye

- poops

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