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letra de beyond words - reference

[prod. reference]

[intro]
yeah, beyond words
uh, now i feel like the lostralian
but i feel it’s my time
yeah, check one two
uh huh yeah yeah, listen, yo

[verse 1]
and all my homies been beyond words way much longer than we be on point
stuck with misinterpreters who been up smoking the wrong joint
getting based, accidentally making a face with purpose
in any case, i’m casing all my thoughts with urnest
it’s kinda urgent, i’m reliant but not nervous
i don’t feel no pressure leave that to my foes i’m never courteous
nah, whatever plan you had for me i’m not gonna be there
i’m at a greater alt-tude i can still breathe so i don’t need an heir
i don’t stand for what you stand or applaud what you applaud
i see you as poor and lacking and primed for an overlapping, and
if i tried to tell you what i think and what i know, we may as well run laps
cuz we certainly be going in circles when i rap
be offended if you don’t play that back
i wanna here that spoken back to me through t–th with gaps g
ask me if i been looking up and seeing the future bright
lately i been peeping up and all i see is lice, explain that man

[hook]
i been beyond words, you ain’t e’en know
i been beyond words, you ain’t e’en know
i been beyond words, you ain’t e’en know
i been beyond words, you ain’t e’en know
(uh i don’t stand for what you stand for
be offended if you ain’t play that back
running laps, going in circles when i rap
longer than we been on point boi!)

[verse 2]
yo

my raps high as jumping 22’s, but there ain’t a catch
and i see with my third eye through a skin coloured patch
in p-ssing, my raps enough to form my foes aghast
and i barrage ’em with some knowledge while thinking the old adage;
“dolce et decorum est, pro patria mori”
we know it as the old lie and i couldn’t agree more
i don’t die for these f-ckers, i don’t grind for the money
i ain’t e’en sweetly lie for the cash like east-end hunnies, yeah
i’ve been known to see dishonour as personal
i’m toward it with a swimmer’s mask, with another persona, uh
each my verses got their mouths gaping like mr percival
first of all them f-ckers to fall will only live if i’m merciful
curse’d by the fighter, who fought with this bravado
his eyes filtered through gold, glory; this rap is el dorado
cuttin’ his beef no ties with foes aficionado
he’s still a desperado, why e’en be on their level?
explain that man

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