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letra de one hit - riser

[intro]
riser in the booth, i don’t even do drugs
but if the fans want it; they get it

[verse 1]
riser in the booth and i got a point to prove
no mdma caps i ain’t got a point to prove, lad
bust back tatianna, f-ck life – nah f-ck rap
remember when i listened to nirvana
now i’m on the bus back to the traino, from the ghetto
ra-ta-ta-ta, write with insane flow
aussie slang bro, green trees rather be traveling overseas
feeling like charlie sheen
twelve caps, an ounce for free but three points in a cap
and on my tracks, call it a one hit wonder
baseline like the caps in your backpack, that’ll f-ck ya
that ain’t md lad, what i seen is crack
shark attack cause i’m back as baby shark
write bars with crazy craft, half mast for the balaclava – write bars
on the run, chewing through my data, sayin’ that i gots to earn
but you don’t have the guts to gurn with that t–th chatter
[?] with that bone fracture
and that’s a known factor, that the kid’s back with a
mad raps, he be cooking up with the meth lab
real shook lungs all we do is f-ck with them, [?]
back of the crowd, [?] churn so loud
reminiscing on the days now, where we weed blaze and blow [?]
if you don’t know this, then you don’t know sh-t
[verse 2]
girl on my d-ck, ride me like a pogo stick
(cha-ching)
hear that money flip
dumb it down for your b-tch and the kids in the streets
with nowhere to eat and nowhere to sleep
but still beaming off the md, my enemies –
they’re dead to me
let me r.i.p, rest in peace
as i start to breathe
f-ck that, the artery, the heart of me
the only part of me that’s hard to [?]
it’s been three weeks, nah
f-ck that, the junkie [?] twist their t–th
black and yellow for the common fellow, nah
i go right down mellow with a beat
but i remix two feet when i was fifteen
on the street scene;
f-ck that, everyone wanna know me
i write scr, riser, rise up
get love, get trust, get drunk
nah, f-ck love
get [?] lump sum, money wage
i just rocked up in a range rove, i’mma take –
over, never sober
sippin’ on corona, motor honer
corona, the virus flow
f-ck that, you know my timing’s slow
the rhyming in the business; i’m on my risky sh-t
with the wrists slit, majestic and all the rest of it
surrounded by weirds and freaks some pure alcohol [?] jeans
(ah, ah)
you know it’s me, repping that w.b.c
from way back in the day, when my lungs decay
f-ck that, i rep perth, w.a in austray
before i leave this place
switch my lane but i [?]
better demonstrate this pathway, full of heartache
with my heart pumpin’ novocaine
over games, little peep – switchblades
and that cocaine, get it cheap
[outro]
yeah you know it’s f-cking riser in the booth (rah)

- riser

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