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letra de untitled freestyle - pxwer

[intro]
just in the stoop chillin
it’s a nice day
it’s hot, child
check check check check check
yondo
ahem
go on

[verse]
the big dollar sign on the father when i’m spittin
i flow lines that make you envision what was written
or flow like the waves that you see under a durag
the smooth cat with raps that’s covered in boom bap
sick with it, i roll with a bunch of sick n-ggas
that love b-tches and puff sticky till they lungs itching
don’t bust pistols but always for the action
it’s satisfaction for rapping, soul sn-tching all of you rappers
i’m hazardous behind this microphone
this the type of sh-t i’m on
i couldn’t picture you calling me out with a camera phone
what i say? i don’t do this rap sh-t for play
screaming “f-ck donald trump” even on election day
young rebеl to the world, screaming “f-ck the systеm”
i peep it different, see the world through the third eye vision
but peep the math, ten percent is keeping you blind
sh-t is getting crazy and they keep telling you it’s fine
that ’85 just got time passing him by
covering ears and eyes, the dumb, deaf and the blind
the five on my brothers, we liberate the others
we dumped a piece and keep the peace and learn how to love eachother
but back to the lyrical spiritual that i’m sh-tting dude
punchlines critical, hitting you like the missile (pew)
i see you n-ggas biting and tryna steal a little material
from a wavy individual cause these n-ggas ain’t feeling you
if rap was a track meet, you could say i run it
like a game of basketball, you could say i’m gunnin’
my eyes low, you could tell a n-gga really bunnin’
why give you n-ggas 16s when i’m giving out 100s
but who want it? none of you n-ggas could really spit like me
and i’m coming, a trail blazer when i’m slinging this heat
no d. lillard or d. wade really balling like each day
you n-ggas is so fakes, still playing that 2k
i be too high when i reload the deemos
talking crazy like i got mind control over deevo
but pass the backwoods, nostalgia on dis, that good
break it down, spread it round, light it up and held that kush
don’t f-ck with mary but i think that you should
let her intertwine with your fickle mind and my n-gga you good
i’m in my neck of the woods, getting neck in the woods
ain’t no love for these chickens, i wouldn’t try if i could
[chorus]
no, no no
i wouldn’t try if i could
yo, yo yo
nah, yo

untitled freestyle
yo
aight

- pxwer

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