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letra de spitter - rafael casal

[intro]
will you please spit me somethin’? (ok, ok)
will you please spit me somethin’? (alright, well, alright)
will you please spit me somethin’? (ok, ok)
oh whadda, oh whadda
will you please spit me somethin’?

[verse 1]
smooth operator
peruse news in the bay chay
introducin’ a creator
that prove that i am greater
new imitators
that brood about everyday
and they amuse but they are made
to be chewed and spit up, haters
while i drive ‘round the goons
and coop some winnebagos
and a few of the crews
who are loonier than the toons
while i cruise with the bakers
true business suits
they don’t do, but don’t be confused
these are proven movers and shakers

who brew and grew somethin’
ain’t no’ to do in jamaica
that’ll get ‘cha cool to the
altitude of himalayas
i roll with paratroopers
might cruise some aviators
parachutin’ for a view of the terrain at the game
see, they don’t get the news
please excuse the hussain
i’m the muse too super to ever be lois lane
but in lieu of what’s true
i grew too mundane
so insane i became
and recruited you to my brain
come on, now

[hook]
beats be on, turn it up a little
everybody go and put your work in the middle
oh, what a spitter, oh, what a spitter
oh, what a spitter, oh, what a spitter
beats be on, turn it up a little
everybody go and put your work in the middle
oh, what a spitter, oh, what a spitter
oh, what a spitter, oh, what a spitter
(will you please spit me somethin’?)

[verse 2]
somewhere between the guns and the funds
i’m livin’ it on the run
ponderin’ all the things i’ve done
and wonderin’ what i’ve become
comin’ from hoodies coverin’ my cranium
like i’m a nun
there’s no escapin’ gettin’ dumb
representin’ the place i’m from

the bay’s a ufo
i’m an alien, other creature
comin’ from the motherplanet
i’m stranded, so imma eat ‘cha
i have landed
crashed through the atmosphere of non-believers
hijackin’ all random speakers
and reachin’ them avid readers

the tracks they lay me on
i tap like savion
a small shit talk
a “bring beef back,” filet mignon
a crayon
a shape whatever color the baby on
why the wheels are mayonaise
they might as well say dijon

but i’m blue like a morrison
pupil, when i do a few pills
that k!lls my bills like omll
so i get a new thrill
i scribble new ill
then throw it on a beat
so creepy, give me goose chills
come on, now

[verse 3: phonetic one]
i sit back with the pad and pencil
debride my mental with the mad instrumental
to open your mental window and send you
a vivid sentimental, sensual signal
like a lyrical miracle
sent to deliver you to your center
within a
minute of spittin’ at your mind
that i’ve been a-teachin’ you fine
til you’re a-burnin’ your mind
to minute a-bendin’ your spine
like the hunchback of notre dame
leave you swearin’ on my novocaine
with wordplay, i hold your brain
and slap my palm
that you lob the atomic bombs, vietnam
lyrics so visual, i bet you could almost see the song
we become leaders on so many levels
but my domain is the kingdom built on
beats, rhymes, and treble
take my time, never step to the realm
haphazard beast but the verbal mastery
overcomin’ master beats
i can shoot the breeze and spit the wind
either way, you’re sick
but if ya don’t get the drift
just sit and listen to me spit

- rafael casal

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