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letra de lights out - r u n a w a y (rap)

[verse 1: r u n a w a y]

you see this crown and you know i’m a king
who’s next up? well it’s easy to see
wait, why y’all sleepin’ on me?
is it cause i don’t rap about wearing bling?
here, lemme try
“so dripped out
gimme that clout
i like to mumble
but don’t make me shout
cause for you it’s gonna be lights out.”
sorry ’bout that, i won’t do it again
i’ll stick to writing’ like em
wait, i didn’t mean it like that
i swear, all y’all are kinda like gnats
i’m up to bat
hit a home run
call me david ortiz
no i won’t be sellin’ hoodies or tees
cause i’m not a sellout
unlike a certain joe i know
suttering everytime he tries to k!ll a flow
starting to think we’ve been here before
stuck writing lyrics my mind is so sore
[interlude 1: r u n a w a y]
anyway, i’m done. equinox, it’s your turn. let’s go!

[verse 2: equinox]
you and i are nothing the same
you come against me? metal gonna pop at your brain
’cause when i’m hearin’ all these kiddies tryna talk on my name
i start to see red and you know these shots gonna rain
i swear that y’all are a pain, and if i said it i mean it
’cause i’m sick of you all and you know my flow is the meanest
and the way y’all are moving is what i’d never be seen with
man i’m embarassed that y’all are who i be sharing the scene with

[interlude 2: equinox]
no, but for real, you know who you are. cut that sh-t out

[verse 2 cont.]
guess i put ’em in an awkward spot
’cause their only choice now is to lock their jaw
either that or get attacked when tryna cross the don
you lil’ mini vince mcmahons, tryna box with god
you’ll get the recoil kickin’ like the octagon cause
i enjoy the clash, comin’ the rock the casbah
when the 4-5 hits, you’ll never spot mañana
get your skull cracked, lookin’ like a bust piñata
i never want you on a song like a dissonant note
cause y’all will give me some trash and tell me, “fix it in post,”
and then you front like it’s your track when i be doin’ the most
and if i ever complain, you write a diss in a post. but no-
i’m the bad guy? this why we don’t fraternize
sick of the little leeches, i’m leavin’ ’em flat-lined
the difference between us? this music thing ain’t a pastime
i been around death, so k!lling you i won’t bat an eye
y’all be runnin’ scared from a nerf pharoah
i was thirteen when i was starin’ down a gun barrel
now i fear with all the years of living, i’ve become feral
it ain’t any wonder why my soul is going sub-zero
translation: emotions been iced out
all that’s left is the ink in a rhyme bout
so you babies can sit there and cry it out
but make a move for me, that’s when it’s lights out

- r u n a w a y rap

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