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letra de rip freeverse - rhymed!npeace music

verse 1
jeez jeez all those g g’s, made me wanna just zip outta my skinny genes
face tattoos or drug abuse, they ain’t in this blood, i keep it crystal clean
but still a twisted teen, with unbalanced wits
stitching rhymes so quick in a bliss, call me tailor swift
cadence switch like a d-i-d split, insane isn’t it
before the beat starts, i’m just a normal person like dre parker, jaden smith
hit the play b-tton i hang the beat drop pick it up and go all karate kid
could have just turned my head the other way and walked away
but the worlds my electric gate, i’mma push-pull rip it apart and rock away with my lyrics
i’d never sull in a rampage go mess on ’em
k!ll ’em with kindness, soulless on ’em
coldness in ’em melts down
unloading whatever lies there meant to open fire
if it weren’t for these raps, i’d have never got me back
i’d lean dance with no pegs, rings or strings attached
fall flat on my face screaming in caps, e-flats
spiral out and relapse back to the same old days where i’d sulk over the same fact
that every day’s a freakin’ rematch
like, h-llo there, rate me 11 in a scale of 1 to 10, cuz i need that for me just not to feel bad
alright, now enough of the recap, cuz now i have trained myself to run like a maglev on these tracks
with a mind which i wanna make you feel that
the same bass, not snare hats, but the vibes that i cast on these raps

(skit)
god! online class
ma…ma..ma.maa.maam…net.net.net.wo..wo…is…isss.issue
cue the beat
verse 2
those were the lines that made me feel like
i should someday be an emcee, one of its own kind
something in me venomously felt right for the first time
it’s like there ain’t no better rhymes to define, no i ain’t backin’ off this time
cuz i’ve made my mind to amend the lines till they align
launch like a missile, two thousand three hundred up high
goin’ bang on the game, makin’ you gasp outta air
i see you there, runnin’ outta oxygen supply
i ain’t got 3 times of what’s in your bronchi
but i still try my, till my mind could realize
the same song a decade later
lazarus out and still stay alive
jeez jeez all those g g’s, made me wanna just zip outta my skinny genes
it would never make sense if i’d made peace
with every word in the a to z
i would never be able to please, please
myself, cuz that’s the only time i take a deep breath
breathe breeze, i’m an expertise in my miles i’ve run
i can guarantee, yeah
it’s been a habit of mine, to rabbit the rhyme
goin’ hop-hop all over the hip-hop freakin’ industry’
and eventually, y’all will discuss me when you witness me
as the psychotic rapper with a vision one as ever seen
it’s my plot and scene, i clock the schemes, script the sprees
pedal to the medal with every bit in me
git up syllables, split em’ ease
bars all clenched, i fist and seize
the moment cuz its where the pencil lead spells lead
hip hops my religion, i pray shady
barf to the tempo before i grin like a baby
until i squirt the perfect rhyme, i’ll be all by myself contemplating
yeah, i do write lyrics a lot
critical shot, jot for the spot
but i’m not so strong as em, biggie or pac
what i do is known as vigilante art
cuz i’ve caught so much people stuck on that thought
whether it’s me behind the scene who freakin’ did it or not
coffin or caskets align em all
cuz this is r.!.p with an exclamation mark

- rhymednpeace music

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