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letra de how to bleed a mic 2 - rbd gh

[intro: the joker, k!lling joke monologue & rbd]:
memory’s so treacherous
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
with the poignant childhood aromas
the flashing neon of p-b-rty
all that sentimental candy-floss
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
somewhere dark and cold
and filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes of things you’d hoped were forgotten
memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes
like childrеn, i suppose…

give us this day our daily bread
and forgivе us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us
and lead us not into temptation
but deliver us from evil
for thine is the kingdom
the power, and the glory
amen

[verse: rbd]
bird brained ni–. do your drugs in an airplane
still you never ever go fit get higher than this
f-ck your wordplay. your words play with the mic. but ma words slay the mic
chale how ya like this?
since you dey require my sh-t then be ready for the smell
cos it’s dynamite, b-tch
i dey raise the alarm cos you dey snooze pass
make you never lose guard
if you dey doubt me then you booze pass dionysus
cos chale i dey nod. wire tear for ma head. rydee ma mind job taya so ego leave
that be why i’m on fire like a liar liar ma pants are on a muhf-cking bonfire
cos this whole beat’s tighter than a vault. (ick!)
e make your body come pass gillian boateng
on the beat i’m like a million soldiers in a battle
i’m attacking every civilian
i take rap world cup but i’m better than brazilians
wey i nodey shy sef. so ma guy if you figure say your eye red, well it’s cool yo
but chale f-ck your w-nksta paradigm of a gangsta’s paradise
sekof me i dey like bed for studio
but first, had to take a cue, then go to school
boy, i never forget how ma guys vex
now i’m truly gold. apex
f-ck y’all ni– all about the pay cheque that’s why you stay the opposite of me
like safe s-x
i’m fly to death. nine eleven
i pray for me like i’m the reverend
since may fourteen, ninety-seven, i’ve been a psychopath like j. vorhees
ain’t even in my prime for heavens sake
i’m horrible
competition, chale here’s something for those inconsolable tears running down your cheeks
an uncontrollable fear’s coming
i’ll rain bars on your choked gutter flow
motherf-cker!
i dey kae that time for knight, boys dey crucify me. i was like “chai! maybe i go fit try this and see if ego job.”
well it worked and paid off
rydee them ni– all them shock how i’ve risen
ma gun bars to your mind. listen
cos i ain’t missing your ass
the only time that i’m kissing your ass is goodbye
then times all ma paddies for knight p-ssing me off
but f-ck all your blind dissing
get off ma d-ck
cos i ain’t listened to n0body but tipdrill cos he was ma family
guy, i was like stewie cos only ma dawg understood me
brian griffin
i sure you boys all your hate die. but mine isn’t
my mission is to get you all in your crime prison
as i envision you in h-ll it’s such a fine image
but my vision is weird sekof this kind schism in peers fit make your eyes glisten with tears
you backbite make my spine stiffen
but chale n0body is perfect
so i pay attention to myself cos i’m n0body
and i’m worth it
whatever the cost i’m gonna purchase my dream
it’s full of pain. i’m drowning in ma small pool of fame. wey i never go surface
chale this one is for you. them break you ma gee
so them dey figure but you’re bigger, ni— make you no gree
see you for filter your paddies all
the fake you go see, if you make them feel high too much them go fit mistake you for weed
wey them go smoke your ass
i just hope your past n0be dark as mine
cos chale mine’s broken glass
you guys woke the taz
i’m provoked and mad that i cope with that when i hold a pen
straight outta knight house
then i be the ni— who nodey bed after lights out
if i’m staring at night clouds
ma music is quite loud
then i’m tryna write sounds to make you tight mouthed
make you no gimme your bullsh-t, i nodey like cows
rydee the level i catch edey the ninth cloud
now at the bar, the photos go fill ma icloud
make i holler somebody wey dey supply gowns
the wig go be bonestraight, ego raise eyebrows
cos god never sellout. i put my tithe down
now i’m bringing chaos
it’s the time to call for backup with your street credit chale cos i’m coming for your juice (jews) – like adolf hitler!

[outro: rbd]
haha
yeah
so ready the armada chale
we’ll use the old ways
stereo 6

[skit: gareth]
if you actually look at the album cover, you go fit relate to them bars
like…mic…and law…
you barb?
the contrasting…you know, interests
that be what the person go get from that cover
the cover alone go fit ill-strate what your content be
you barb that tin?
n0be say you go take some f-cking venom come put the front there then make we…
make the venom do what?
make we…(scoffs)
like…(laughs)
i nodey barb, why e be zombie album or what?

- rbd gh

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