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letra de counter intelligence - rz rhymeztein

uh, yeah, uh
celph motherf-ckin’ t-tled
yeah, haha
rz rhymeztein
yeah, demigodz

[verse 1: rhymeztein]
yeah i’m a god on the mic
there is no discussion
cause i’m ahead of my time
like benjamin b-tton
makin’ records easy
we so ruthless
i wreak havoc
like the toilet on my peeps tour bus
yeah, i’m a vet g
so don’t tempt me
come to my show
and see my fly flow
like a jet stream
some of my homies
lost all they noodles
searchin’ for you with the chrome
i ain’t talking ‘bout google
yeah these b-tches love it
so they can all suck it
i’m so dope
even china told me i can spit in public
y’all some bl–dy stuck-up p-ssies
like tampons
and you ain’t really blowin’ up kid
you just a flash bomb
ain’t talkin’ bout a redneck party
but i got this ho down
suckin’ on my d-ck
while i play records by motown
i got the deuce the crowd applause
and i don’t gotta aim my finger at a staple
to get my point across
above the drama, oh i’m on that level
spittin’ bars, with more advantage than a gas pedal
oh gee, the name is rz
i be victorious
it’s no big deal like being born before notorious

[cuts]
counter intelligence
my broken mind demise will leave your spirit’s broken inside
counter intelligence
watching your back, it be a must

[verse 2: celph t-tled]
boom box radio, b-tch
i break these microphones down to chemical compounds
no i ain’t a graff writer but yet instil b-tch i will bomb towns
my lyrics, that’s just some sh-t straight out of gods mouth
the 5th concealed, well maybe the glock’s out
godzilla, no gorilla
bang back i aimin’ for realla
you got a face tat but that don’t make you a k!llah (no)
i’m makin’ canadian bread in big portions (gimme that)
like i own ten thousand franchises of tim hortons (uh)
demigodz been extorting (who?)
rappers is dumb r-t-rded
wearing female under-garments
vegetarians on stake-outs
they fake, i make ‘em another target (bam!)
smack ya captain hat to the side
make you capsize
i’m the bad guy
that switch your comforter with cacti (you heard?)
so you might feel a spike in crime
when my rifle find
school are fishing tuition
we ain’t biting lines (no way)
and y’all just out of your element (what you mean?)
i strategize my war plans on the kitchen table
that’s counter intelligence

yeah, rhymeztein
my broken mind demise a lead to spit it broken inside
uh, celph motherf-ckin’ t-tled
watching your back, it be a must

- rz rhymeztein

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