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letra de where i would be - rumpellion

[verse 1: rebellion]
they define as a degenerate
decapitate the heads of the game, no i’m not innocent
-n-lyze the wounds and locate the f-ckin’ fingerprints
if you can’t hear what i say, then read the m-th-f-ckin’ print
king to be but i was born peasant
y’all just wrap, you see i’m usin’ the present tense
my thoughts race on a cloud, attention deficit
disorderly conduct while burnin’ the melodic medicine
or maybe i need some ritalin’
i’m just an obscene student on the scene that be riddlin’
height at 5’2, who you think you belittlin’
you just a figurehead like husband of kate middleton
direct approach, no middlemen
i know being raw makes me a little bit bitter than
most of these artists hardheaded, skull thickenin’
set them on the guillotine, death is imminent
work ethic diligent
ponder my mind and use it to your benefit
i question all beliefs and it’s edifice
torchin’ herbs that relate to color of amethyst
you arm n hammer crack anarchist
got me p-ssed, i’m fiend of the rhetoric
if it pop up in my train of thought then i’m pennin’ it
regret your actions performed, go to church to complete your penance b-tch
matter of fact, i might as well go to h-ll for this
distribute this at school, still screamin’ f-ck censorship
if i was fresh prince i wouldn’t f-ckin’ censor it
my state mind, manipulated now militant
you got straight a’s? that don’t justify your brilliance
you bullsh-t, who you think you be bullyin?
your logic wouldn’t be any better as george boolean
call me durin role, where the h-ll is this hooligan?
walk in cl-ss, y’all surprised i am attendin’ it
f-ck droppin’ out, im just droppin’ in
f-ck the credit, i’mma get my own sh-t to spend
f-ck a ghostwriter, my soul seeps out my pen
(shut the h-ll up rubel you just rambling again!)

[verse 2: rebellion]
my behavior may be at its peak
my arms too stubby, i’mma just jump in for the reach
i was sittin’ in the bleachers then went to the bench
coach was talkin’ bout change but didn’t make any sense
nowadays i can’t calculate my gradients
within the dirt i’m the only speck that’s become radiant
don’t believe in church, does that make me an atheist?
i know your judgement of me determines if you play this sh-t
all actions have an consequence
offensive cause you sittin’ within defensive
destiny don’t make determine when you gone commence
postponed dates you may question my relevance
i use the bars as my evidence
my metaphors euphoric that’s my penmanship
penicillin for their arrogance
irritants when i’m hearin’ it!
molten flames, so hot i’m m-th-f-ckin’ searin’ it
i bathe in serenades, while mary jane proceeds to smoke weed with me
home alone just us three, without this music i don’t have any idea where i would be

- rumpellion

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