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letra de amnesia - proper aristoi

[verse 1]

gee whiz, where should i begin?
maybe start at the part where proper creeps in
i roll 10 deep kid, spit sick sh-t with my eyes closed
so shut your pie hole, creepin’ out the dark
with blow darts and a sly pose
drawing a katana, getting ready to slice domes
walking a tight-rope, from rooftop to rooftop
i’m cowboy to bebop like dion to doo-wop
spit good luck to wood tops
cause in truth my crew knocks
when you rap it’s “dude… stop..”
your crew’s slop in a pig’s trough
i’m getting p-ssed off
and on top of that i feel like
every single decent rapper ever’s getting ripped off
it’s not f-cking sick ‘brah’
f-ck rick ross and his whole facade
but i got a penflow composition similar to cyanide
i’ll earn a seat on death-row just for k!llin’ beats i’m f-ckin’ fly
don’t f-ckin’ lie you know you love me
here i’ll lie; i’m sober, buddy
tokin’ nuggies in a sf snuggie
it’s funny when all these ‘thuggies’ is rappin’ ’bout all they money
if you cats were really ballin’ you could afford to buy a beat from me
sweet sunny d in my cup, with some taaka
spitting lava overflowing my breath’s hotter than a sauna
leaving cats confused like waking up, drunk, in tijuana
you can find proper, cross legged counting mala
f-ck your high school drama, i ain’t down with nonsense
no tolerance for immature correspondence
illitterate bomb threats, blowing up like bad speakers
turn my sh-t up so loud, it’s breaking sh-t like mad tweakers
smoking greener sativa than your crew could ever dream of
catch a case of amnesia after fat bong rips
spitting in a bottle like we got some chaw dipped
i’m dipped in chocolate this cat’s obnoxious
not a megalomaniac and my raps is monstrous
half man, half god, like an egyptian pharaoh
crawling out my sarcophagus, leaving peasants in peril
breaking backs, sucking blood, feasting on bone marrow
best get the prefix right, like “it’s captain jack sparrow”
where the f-ck’s my boat and why the rum always gone?
i ain’t chasing no b-tch, f-ck elizabeth swan
all i need is a ship and i’ll chase the sun ’til dawn
sail’s at full mast, plus the wind’s blowing strong
homies on deck, scoutin’ merchants to rob
while we stay spittin’ raps and the b-tches sing along
it’s pretty hard to steer a vessel while youre hittin’ a bong
yelling “land-ho!!” three strikes on the gong
show up on sh0r- and all the people are gone
i rock misshapen patterns, proper needs the quiet life
clockin’ vagrant rappers, bringing heat just like a pilot light
drop and make ’em shatter, desecrate ’em while they try and fight
ninja in the pirate tribe, laughing while my rival dies, huh

- proper aristoi

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