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letra de tech-unique - qubik

[intro: busta rhymes]

while we work, you sleep
see, and while we- work
you sleep
again, i’ma say this
no, i’ma say it different
while you sleep, we work
i could show you better than i could tell you

[verse: qubik]

i consider myself intrinsic and gifted
but my thoughts are so twisted and listed as too explicit
to have a realistic monetary gain to sustain a life for my wife and my kids
so i’ve compiled a list, of all the sh-ts i don’t give
power, paper, penetration is not in the conversation for now
when you frontin on that sh-t it is like defecation from your mouth
clean it up, with a tide pod. then wash it down, with bleach
and clean your lips with lysol
whеn it comes to women, they might b finе. but i don’t give an f, so i call em bine
i’m seein sounds cause i’m a nerd, you’re seeing the signs of decline and you’re crying
keep it together like d-cks and cl-ts. yes i get it, you hit and dip
i k!ll it to the point that not one politician can fix this sh-t
i’m gonna reign with a big r, cause i’m stormin the capitol
congress needa joint sesh, with snoop dogg, man that’d be radical
i don’t got a plug, cause i am adaptable. i am bananas, i’m not like apple
i’m an mc, like tapl. i’d agree that i am rather foul; free throw
i don’t hesitate i just send it; p.o. i’m tellin you your numbers mean nothin; b.o
and if you’re hatin i just got 2 words; deep throat
i dropped my last tape and it was structured as an album
who’da thought a city wide hatred be the outcome?
i think they mad i’m spittin the truth, i’m nostradamus when in the booth
i am notorious, gimme da loot. no need to meet with the moot
you think you’re ascendin to heaven, but ya just got hit with a flashbang
i’m spineless, like back pain. i navigate with music so you’ll find me in the batcave
i get mad hate, from people with bad takes. but i caught a bad case of i don’t care
don’t bottle it up, like o’hare. won’t throttle you c-nts, psyche! no air. psycho, where?
all i see is a vast amount of dumbasses in masses. hold up, lemme get my glasses
wait, those are rappers? they might be dapper but i spit it rather radder and faster
they wearin dunce caps, like magical casters
and they about to feel the meltdown from a nuclear reactor
homie! i’ll tear you a-bart! your single is apu, you wrote it at the kwik-e-mart. ha!
i don’t understand, why you mad that i’m gainin fans
cause unlike my d-ck, it’s out of your hands
you’ve got 10 bands with no money. you’ve got a b-tch, but no honey
you’re a d-mn joke, but not funny. are you talking? minus 20 from the test of time
i got no sales, but mad lines. ya sh-t’s ass like liii’s half time
i’m filling fifa arenas with divas, i spread so quick like siva. betta believe, ya
imagine dragon deez nuts across ya face, all around the place. down the route i take
your sh-t blows like brownish vape. at hour 8, them cowards rape in outer sp-ce
and louder apes devour steaks and sour grapes
it’s shower day for flower babes. i downed a guy, like a power play
sorry, i had a spaz attack in my mind. let me rewind, like nas
i got a big brain, wizard of oz. without warning i walk by, spitting flows and k!lling rhymes
it’s k!lling time bro! where did talented rappers go? cotton eye joe
my toilets slow, cause my sh-t’s retarted
my beats on point, i bought it from target, for a bargain
even though it made a wide margin from revelation sales
cause i gave that sh-t right back
and i might add, if you rhyme bad, you won’t fight back, when i strike fast
the game is filled with wannabes, and when i pour some gasoline
you know i’m gonna light that. ya i’m corny, like a white dad
i’m jordi, cause i snipe cats. it’s very cymbal; i ride till i crash
my dome on the dash. meanin my mind’s racin at an inconsistent pace and
i know you see me rollin. i’m above you cause i’m ballin
you’re below me cause you’re stallin; semicolon. oh!
think about it, lemme know when you get it. am i a gambler? i wouldn’t bet it
i’m like jim, cause i’m cutting all ties. f-ckin with me’s like running on land mines
with weak hips, and bad thighs, at a bad time in the day
i’m finally home, no longer away. qubik is comin, better make way
i don’t overstate, i contemplate. makin records that set you straight
i’m an mc you can’t personate with a tech-unique you can’t replicate
[outro: busta rhymes]

alright good
keep sleepin while we work
get the f-ck off my phone

- qubik

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