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letra de ultra violent - qubik

i’m the illest in the game, just like the msmc
i’m the real mccoy, i’m realest emcee
i’ll be spitting up in ma, all the way to az
i’m 47 in alaska, i choke you to death so call me asthma
“it hurts to breathe!” so what do you think you should stop doing? my goal’s to chase money
so i’m pursuing it doin it movin it groovin it my lyrics?
you misconstrue it. i ain’t b rabbit i only be rabid
all you got is incomprehensible music and all your faces are tatted. somebody call the cops cause i’m breaking all the limits
until my lyrics get mimicked like biggie, the door is getting kicked
i said i’m the illest cause my rhythm is so d-mn sick
so funny how your music aligns with thomas hick-
your album is filled with trash, just like my inbox
payless, high-tops, pain meds, cyclops, daybed, ipod, may-back, maybach
did you get your instrumental from tik-tok?
i got a couple views, call me k!llah keem, i got some news
the cops concerned, cause this abuse, i lit the fuse!
i step up to the stage like the 7000 steps
don’t think about replyin i’m implyin save yo godd-mn breath
i promise you that the album absolutely lyrically pure
you said you wanna fight but now it’s satirical? sure
i got the drang intrinsic perk and i got the sturm
please tell me good sir, whenever will you learn?
what’s this fat ugly thing? a frog, a toad, or maybe joe mama!
if you didn’t get the reference i got it from futurama
my flow is as free as a hawk, but my first name would be toma
from retriever to redeemer
i ain’t got no beamer and i got no hate
but i really gotta say that your music is straight up bad
compared to me it’s like the acr versus the fad
i got respect for doing what you want
but it’s h-lla upsetting
that you’ll be regretin you didn’t stay different
your own mic’s charge is now insufficient
you’d be da bell of da ball, if we were in prison
you’ve said enough thus far now shut up and listen
i hope you ain’t eat kedo cause the rhythm’s gettin starchy
you say the battle’s unfair man this ain’t the patriarchy
she say “do you love me?” i tell her “only partly.”
when it comes to lyricism i go at it harshly
you know i’m at the top- of the hierarchy
when asked “do you try?” they say “only hardly.”
but we all know that the rap game is just not an oligarchy. yeah!
snap back to reality you gotta peasant mentality
i just installed audacity
i’m boutta k!ll it so i better check the legality
never care for salary, call me glover mallory
hit ctrl f4 is what will happen if you mess with me
can’t you see? nevermind, you are blind
cause your eyes, would be wide
know my name, switchin lanes, like a bad driver
stop making excuses you don’t need a godd-mn fiver
your girl get real wet like a t-tanic survivor
say my stuff is trash now tell me who is your prescriber?
you’re under a lot of pressure, like a scuba diver
before you made the album did you eat a lot of fiber?
“is anybody a doctor?” luckily i am a specialist
if rapping was in the olympics you know i’d be a medalist
you want proof? well get used to hearin this dawg
i’m feelin like a villain yeah i’m really k!llin this song
okay, now check it, check it, check–
i’m tryna play it cool, but i’m a godd-mn fool
i’m never comin and goin, you know it, you talk it, i show it
you’ve gone from suckin to blowin, ludacris speeds
i’m supersonic, stamin-up is my tonic
the track is ultra violent
give you a migraine like 21 piløts
you rappers will be silenced, my songs are like a symphony
you better tread warily, cause i’m about to reign my tyranny

(beat stops)

i’m sick of these godd-mn pessimists they’re all impressionists
but when it comes to me you’re all obsessionists
i create godd-mn words, sure i’m in the burbs
but i stay true like the eula
i won’t be seeing you in l.a, but ima making though
i’m k!lling it so call the federal investigative bureau
won’t stop till i make it to euro
so shut the h-ll up and accept that you’ll never be on my level
ts are crossed like catholicism and is are dotted like freckles
you better start makin deals with the devil
i’m just going by what you say
you do a lot of talking for someone who’s not really in a gang
you’re not really flaming just sayin that i like dudes
but your girl said she wanna hang, who gonna really use the noose?

- qubik

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