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letra de origins - run deliks

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i’m a momma’s boy
i’m a poppa’s boy
baka mamaya i’ma
be your lady’s boy
just kidding boi
meron akong gf
gumagawa ng rap, kulang kulang naman yung tf
sabi nila “beat it,” parang michael jackson
“feel it parang traffic diyan sa lacson”
ang taba ko raw, nasobrahan sa canton
“lotta sk!lls that you just lack son,”
“yeah you should go back son,”
muntikan akong mamatay na para ‘kong nalason
pero nag ensayo parang wax off, wax on
tingnan mo ng-yon, di na ko yung mukhang wack, son! (wack son)

magaling sa parehong wika
di mo kaya? umuwi ka
di mo kaya ? edi weak ka
lalamunin lang kita na parang pica pica
pikachu, kuryente sa mukha mo, kidlat ko
pelikula ni kidlat ‘to
mas malalim pa sa dagat ‘to
wag kang maalat, bro, naglinis lang ako ng kalat mo

i set fire like i’m an arsonist
feel higher than a pharmacist
feel bigger than an edifice
no use in f-cking arguing
y’all gonna need a bigger boat
while me and shark gonna stay afloat
gonna blow your minds while i spit this flow
y’all didn’t know i could stoop this low
now drop your jaws like you’re stupid soooooo

didn’t mean to get you mad
didn’t know you could be so bad
i supply this beat and beat all the diss that you think you have
get adhesive man, it’s a recent fad, what’s the reason, man
take a dеcent jog before you run, bеtter listen, lad

“tangina walang magawa, biglang nag rap, magaling ka pala”
magaling talaga not just some random wannabe, low quality yung mp3
but that don’t matter coz who’s rapping? me!
yeah, who’s rapping?

me!
i studied literature, only to talk about spinnin’ some words
meaning no sh-t, but to spit in a verse
“losing my sh-t” was the proof and the first
of what i can do with a pen, it’s a curse
a quarter of my power is what you have heard
you think i’m a liar, is that what you learned?
i’ll set you on fire, and leave you to burn
(b-tch)
but lets go back a couple months
said bryan “you wanna make songs?”
aint lyin’, i’ve heard you this once
you k!lled that 24 bars
couple of hours, writing some sh-t with our phone, we record
got us a mic that we couldn’t afford
trays in our room just to soundproof the wall
(yeah yeah)
the last one to front us had us rappin’ and sick of the mumblers
i’m laughin’, an addict, erratic, dramatic and clueless, who signed this ass in the business
askin the serious questions
passin’ the series of mentions

gotta be embarrassed for all ’em
so i get around on a clown for a good couple of rounds
i’ll stand in the booth just to call em out

take ’em out for the dump impound
take ’em all ’til they ain’t that proud
sly bry got a glock for a tongue while you m-f-s got some c-cks in your mouth

blockin’ ’em out with our verses that amount to astounding mounding lines like a range of mountains, rage of a thousand patients waitin’ to get ’em revenge on the system l

listen
stop asking rhetorics
and bask in prophetic
verses, words and
curses, blur this
turn this, slurrin’
spewin’ gibberish
hurtful english
spiteful sinners with
cynical sonnets
and lyrical symbolics
pitiful and restless
wicked and reckless
bad for the business
like acid psychedelics
y’all know who this is
y’all bout to know run deliks

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