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letra de d i y. - prdctdgtal

[verse 1: isaiah]

charisma like bundy
lay it down bluntly
addicted to my own sh-t like drugs to a junky
gonna see the game shift
all my foes tumbling
let me share my gift hear my voice thundering
wiping out the mumblers
shouted out the underheard
yeah sure the lines are blurred except i’m the best
mexi in the midwest
workin at wally world sk!lls to impress
trying to be humble but the only sam i wanna work for
is the one and only uncle
sure i’m a king
i am so sly following my dreams
least i’ll say i tried
when you get degrees i’ll keep it diy
till i d-i-e
gonna do big things ’cause i got that drive
want to be me?
can’t match my route
best better flee and eat your heart out
salvation is what the people wanna talk about (d-mn)

[verse 2: aaron]

no codeine no fake dreams
no f-ck boys this the dream team
i spit weird i go hard
i stick to my guns i am charged
i’m meant for the top of the game (what?)
got too much sh-t in my brain (yuh?)
mgmt or old tom frost
i am so f-cking insane! (ahhh!)
drive a whip that’s f-cking foreign
i’m bob marley i’m mick jagger
my name should hang in the rafters
larry bird i’m michael jordan
listen to this it ain’t boring
cream dolla bills pouring
cause it’s diy until i d-i-e
look at me who the f-ck i be?
black sheep of my family
checked my reality
not blowing up so f-ck me
i do it my own f-cking way
that’s why they don’t play me
maybe i’m just too white?
my goals are just too high
maybe it’s cause i don’t care
you casual i’m black tie
by and large
i’m the best guy
campfire change the game
plouks the f-cking name
zed isaiah we proclaim
we don’t need this f-cking fame

[verse 3: zed]

lyrical -ss-ssin attacking the m-sses
go and put that whack sh-t back in the package
slapping these b-st-rds with masterful action
cats slack when they rap i have a reaction
got the complex patterns
make your neck shatter
flow so cold b-tch feel your t–th chatter
beat on the beats geez i’m leaving ’em battered
let me spell it out so you understand me
i keep it diy until d-i-e (i-e)
rap music with a punk mentality
give your girl my seven inch like a 45 for free
i’m a rapper but i never picked up the stick to shoot
instead i was tevye in fiddler on the roof
i’m an arthouse motherf-cker that’s the truth
but i rip sh-t up like i’m biggie in the booth
am i p-ssy for joining a college theater?
singing along to the smiths blaring out my speakers
for when i played sports i was chilling on the bleachers
nah, motherf-cker i’m a beast on these features
just got a unique style get with me
father john misty tipsy off a fifth of whiskey
pretentious little f-cker with my words i ain’t thrifty
artsy white kid rhymesayers should enlist me
rhymesayers should enlist me

- prdctdgtal

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