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letra de madflex vs. random - ruin your day

[verse 1: madflex]
oh sh-t
ay you know what? you wanna know how hairy his back is?
this motherf-cker isn’t even wearing a jacket
ay, r-r-r-random calls me out for a battle, let’s uh, let’s cue those crickets
he said i wanna talk some business
i said ‘who are you?’ ‘random’, wow, you living up to that name dipsh-t, i dismissed it
and then he pulled a big wad of cash from a dogsh-t bag, so i listened
and then i took it, i said i’d give him a few rounds: that’s what this is
f-cking genie in a lamp out here and i’m the one who’s granting wishes
here’s a random algorithm, take your local town magician
add a bunch of malnutrition, walk into a battle feeling normal that the crowd is missing, that’s you
and all my rounds are classic, plan to skip his
‘cause outside of this battle he’s different
is flex lying? f-ck you, you smell like cigarette filters and sweat drying
quit the act, tinder app, i get rid of a random b-tch forever if the, pssh, left swipe him
nope, nah i will not be stressed by him, he less violent
it’s not apparent? walk over the kid, i’ll stepchild him
you look nervous
you know you don’t deserve this
and i’m out here demanding my dues champ
sh-t look at you, like who the f-ck you know in this world that respects a shortcut that doesn’t happen at boot camp? who’s the new cat?
ay don’t you know i got a wave to maintain, minus the durag
you lesser than fresh, i’ll put a dent in his head
get back to trolling botz battles back on reddit instead
i won’t pretend to be friends with the f-cking mensch on the bench
this is a art of war
random i been knee-deep and the hooks keep repeating, it’s easy like the commodores
boy i’ll light his lip up and reveal the blood, he wakanda-born
you crossed the line stealing grafh style, you shoulda charted more
and it’s a pain but, random-flex gave me the leg up without a charley horse
millennials, all this hot air causing humidity
you’ll pay for this, mostly in money, but also dignity
now they say you can’t judge a book by its cover but the book covers a b-tch, so i think differently
like what you think you came to do
when it come to ya’ life think twice, y’all feeling déjà vu, he’ll make this sh-t debatable?
like no, ipod shuffle, it didn’t take a screening process, i’m still playing you
better yet, ipod shuffle, you can watch him get shook and then from there it’s just a matter of seconds ‘til random changes tune
yeah, stand next to madflex, random, that look alone is great for you
but when the next paying customer shows up, mehh just make some room
who’s next in line?
your phone’s home b-tton i’m, pressed for time
the lesson i will exercise is when a random dude try to challenge you to get some shine
you whoop his f-cking ass and take his cash, or better yet decline
just have some self-respect, l’chaim

[verse 1: random]
when last we spoke, i was in the desert dunes under a crescent moon
but, rap willing i’m back chilling with some western goons
so if, mad villain then it’s, mf doom
every opponent i ever had i did ‘em bad
now they give me offers and i give ‘em back
i’m uninspired to even lift the pad
i been, getting disrespected and now i’m getting mad
flex what’s cool? last time i had to check some fool
don’t get me started now, before i gotta check one too
i was, peaceful and calm, breezing along
the, palm trees and the trees in my palm
i sleep on mc’s no, need for alarm
he’s the bomb, please, they sent me to disarm
i’ll have dog leashed on the lawn like césar millan
y’all been reading me wrong, ‘cause all y’all act like fresh coast the throne
then all y’all get 30’d by fresco and rone
let’s go it’s on i, give a f-ck who involved, line ‘em up to the wall
i’ll pull a blues brothers and just run through ‘em all
put your, boxing coach on the ropes, claustrophobes locked in homes
this will, not be close, ‘cause his game is famous for having holes like whack-a-mole
it’s apropos, we, back and forth ‘til the rackets broke like mcenroe
you’re not even a, rapper bro, you got, rhymes without rhythm
a, crime without victims, give him time without prison
‘cause your bars are metaphors for a life you not living
listen, you, safe with pretending and, i ain’t afraid of facing a sentence
let alone, three rounds straight of him faking aggression
just, ignore what this cat writes about his warrior past life
you show up to battles, and choreograph fights
your heart and soul weak under a high amount of pressure
you the barber’s pole, peak and just, spiral down forever
you’re afraid to give it up, couldn’t make it as bum
cup shaking in the sun singing ‘change is gonna come’
flex my biggest fan, he go crazy when i’m back in town
boa constrictor, you just pray for me to rap a round
you happy now? i’m burning the forest down and, you in the way
some straight-edge rapper like it’s cool to abstain
if you don’t want smoke quit fueling the flame
and if you do, i got enough with me to ruin your day

[verse 2: madflex]
wow, that’s your investment, really? could you make yourself less appealing?
i can’t decide if this whole vibe is ‘i’m packaging weapons for dealing’ or ‘i’m thoroughly practiced in s-xual healing’
but eat a bag of d-cks
yeah random call the shots ‘til he hit the deck like battleship
the guy’s a mark, now who do you come for when the f-cking fighting starts?
‘cause about every dork i know get real efficient at the writing part
but i’ll ruin your day, i mean sh-t, challenge accepted
even though i thought it was strange when they brought up your name and said i’d be jeopardy, my answer, mm, out of the question
this battle, chemistry issues like manic depression
who wins, it’s not random, it’s just natural selection
and he get treated like the forrest gump cover when it’s back to the benches
what you talking ‘bout? f-ck you jabbering for, you glass at the core, it’s fiber optics
acquired profits versus, aspiring artist
f-cking, tries his hardest versus i fly the farthest
the f-ck you do? love guru, man what you gon’ fly on carpets?
hey when it comes to paper you like ‘college rules’, my rule is wide when unified i’m still the one with higher margins
rapper slash, biohazard, sight the target
virus scanner demand is strong
mega man with that cannon arm, what happened dog?
you gotta do something, ‘cause russell branded wrong
ay grab a mic i keep it black and white like a panda claw
you eight battles deep tryna wag the dog, i laugh it off
the garbage young artist turned marksman, yeah that’s a reach, i’m pulling out his bag i got ya’ number now if random draw
oh sh-t, no i’m just playing, random draws
and then he texts gully the song lyrics to usher ‘u don’t have to call’
my motherf-cking passport got tramp stamps like the small of every hooker’s back
don’t threaten me, you’re not gonna do sh-t, and you are good at that
it’s n0ble the guy’s trying, i mean he’s known more for pied piping
but they gassed him from the rear of this craft like skywriting when his aura real tekashi 6ix9ine, this ain’t the right lighting
but ‘random’ roughly translates to uh, miscellaneous
and you do, okay on little stages but n0body gives a f-ck lamelo scores in lithuania
i’m highly corrosive, locked and i’m loaded
i’ll stomp out that nose then when the heel turn it feel worse than hollywood hogan
who f-cking with me?
yo, your girl got junk in the trunk
ay no i’m serious, you both live in a car with a bunch of your stuff
with a sign that says ‘for food, i stunt-double for russ’
enough is enough
and when he finishes his next round, someone should flush

[verse 2: random]
yo, you’re such a try-hard clown, don’t even time our rounds
the best thing about that verse was, mine starts now
see, your writing is a gift, from some great aunt you never see or call
it’s, real thoughtful, a lot of energy involved
but, it ends up being some extra creepy doll
and you just gotta be glad you got, anything at all
you read now what i’m saying?
even now it’s a shame, but people doubted ya’ name
‘cause getting too technical keeps you out of the game
you, took 20 battles before you caught the leagues’ awareness
so please just spare us, you should, be embarrassed
how they been milking this cat: meet the parents
now you keep preparing but n0body ever calls
if it, hurts hearing try growing a set of b-lls
the, truth sear him like sodium pentothal
and, since i saw you and ya’ last opponents, flex i wouldn’t hold ya’ breath
instead of racking shoulder sets, you shoulda practiced choke defense
you know how you know, your best friend’s g-y?
he asks you to go do mma
sh-t, aggressively combating his repression when he’s rapping
mentally it’s taxing, down, every dark alley flex just sees assassins
and, enemies attacking he’s like, ‘anything could happen’
he’s, even got a pair of military fatigues he wears when he sleeps
to protect him from his terrorist-themed american dreams
so, if i ain’t scared of your team it’s ‘cause, when you say stuff you just, imitate tough
when he’s finished it’s gene simmons, y’all kiss and make up
so how you gon’ style on me when you can’t rhyme on beat
i write my name with my finger, in dry concrete
and flex could try ‘cept it feels like a bye week, my geek
why speak, push a b-tton and, try me
you, middle-aged toy collector, on-time for every appointment ever
you be, high-fiving lloyd and trevor shouting ‘boys forever’
so come now my guy you ain’t one ounce of fly
and any clothing lines just get, hung out to dry
for real like, who dress these dorks?
you got your fashion sense playing rec league sports wearing wet jean shorts
yo, i’m just speaking the truth and under it’s funny
race for the cure, i’ll give him a run for his money
i’m, random, never care what people expect
that’s why n0body’s beaten me yet
i don’t even need the respect of dweebs on the net
‘cause i don’t just feed the trolls homie, i keep ‘em as pets

[verse 3: madflex]
it’s a little upsetting, getting murdered two rounds and you barely grateful
i mean we the same bro you random i’m, very able
this, it was a conduit, i wasn’t shocked you were underground that’s buried cable
but i figured i’d give him a shot at the crown so you now witnessing sarajevo
you okay though, portlandia? they give health insurance at hot topic?
back to texting gully and calls dropping
man if i had a flip-flop for all your trips to burning man, as a false prophet
the sh-t’ll probably add up to the 20 stank-ass flip-flops that you keep inside your mom’s closet
i’ll be honest, i do admire this kinda grit
especially from a pirate ship scientist
but here’s a science tip, you fishing for reaction i got at him now it’s time to split
nah i insist, i shoulda refused it with this random tool on some macgyver sh-t
but this all the time permits, send him home
these people, hang on, my every word, rosetta stone
this feels like a bad trip but, i’m with him, when in rome
but the second i see any authentic aggression shown i’m throwing this random f-ck out like tourette’s syndrome
i’m different, you looking in the eyes of oblivion
me i’m not sure i might be looking in the eyes of a bolivian but
ayo, keep pushing for mass but it’s unlikely with them skinny arms
and pricey to pull off this weight when there’s no room for mini bars
compare the resumes, the events, the pay and say that this is not a random hand-out, you can pick a card, any card, keep up with me
my options, move on or make a grab for dough from indiana jones
but i ran through a handful of random quotes and thought it was no double feature, why would i have to show?
i’ll tell you what random knows
ay slow it down, i’ll tell you what, random nose
there’s a orange flag shoved up that motherf-cker if you standing close
semantics though, my point it’s in the air, we got a javelin throw
spear disfigured, here’s the kicker no, here’s the kicker
i’ll show up at ya’ house like ‘uh, hai’ karate but no bad cologne
come on, come on, come on

[verse 3: random]
i been in new orleans, where the weather’s fine and, legends get buried by the second line
now i guess it’s time to send him a message ‘cause, everybody’s got their strength that they’re repping and mine is to pen a progression minus the pent-up aggression
this when the, great blue whale from deep beneath emerges
‘cause it’s a breath of fresh air if you, even see me surface
my, ceiling reaches further than steeple churches where the priest pre-rehe-rs-s for leading the evening service
with, people reading the verses and seeking a deeper purpose in teachings of jesus’ birth and, preaching of bleeding virgins
they need to believe the words just to, be a decent person
they don’t, second-guess or question ever under the, treat of pressure that god’s up in heaven center playing debt collector
to all the men who went and nah there’s, truth only the dead remember
so you, gave me the perspective bender the way steps from m.c. escher’s pen forever blend together
now uza’s back, in rare form
and it’s fair warning get a square cornered for his air jordan’s
you, sound better now the less i rap
yes i scr-p, let’s try that, get your, left eye blacked before my jet flies back
fade with a smile, i’ll cheshire cats
plus i got a knife blade i don’t use a lot
still it could wind up in ya’ chest like a music box
my, dude just stop, sometimes you gotta lose to improve, and development is good
but the only l i ever took was psychedelic in the woods
ate a dose and went insane, now i hope it never change
i’m not, gluten-free i just go against the grain
and this had a different feel now i’m battling for real
but the scarecrow been, outstanding in the field
and you, cowardly, lying, tryna tangle paws
this, tin man talking doesn’t have a heart
i wouldn’t put the house on him in the land of oz, you can’t, hang with god this ain’t, shangri-la
can i get a witness d-mn, i been in the ring with a business plan like vince mcmahon since the sh-t began
you’re a, different man under the pseudonym and attitude
it suited him for battle views but this loser isn’t, half as cool when you view him with his mask removed
madflex, is some superhuman actor used to boost ya’ little attributes, so excuse me if i laugh at you
but who you think you rapping to? couldn’t, move an inch in random’s shoes let alone this dude attempt the path i choose
passing through ya’ latitude it isn’t, if you lose or win that matters dude but, who you give compassion to
so do the things you have to do, the truth is, i ain’t mad at you

- ruin your day

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