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letra de 56 bar exclusive - s. kalibre

i’ll eat up your family like a bunch of hungry piranha
and spit in your face like a p-ssed off lama
i took your girl home coz i am a charmer
she comes around and goes down, that’s why i call her karma
i got no place on this planet, i only exist on these tracks
the ghost in the machine putting defects on your wax
i am the kalibre the handler, the one who weilds the microphone
lyrics off the dome harder than the sword in the stone
my wisdon is deep but watch the knowledge bubble through
rago for the cash like the family of george w
sh-tting on your enterprise like when them two planes hit
leave you all out of business like when epmd split
the mics burning my palm my pen inflicts harm
my raps are sicker than a far east chicken farm
my pen strokes offend folks, crack em open like egg yolks
i’m a thriller like m.j. you’ll be dancing with some dead blokes
if you’re hungry for the knowledge it’s my sh-t that be feeding ya
i’m bad to the bone like a case of leukemia
never mind the b-ll-cks, i stick my finger up at the queen
off my rocker on stage like a punk in the seventies
beat you with a drum kit for spitting that dumb sh-t
stuff your body in a speaker box, outkasted from this life b-tch
back and forth on the mic like a light infront of a car kit
a night rider blazing bush like an iraqi trying to spark sh-t
protesting with mannequin’s mad he lost his next of kin
bring your guitars we going to war like some mexicans
and the tune that we play you won’t find entertaining
coz the tune that we play will quickly collapse your brain in
empty your skull of its contents don’t take my sh-t out of context
i promise after the funeral i’ll hit your girl with some bomb s-x
i am the spitter of the sickest of raps
you and your crew are wack and deserve a b-tch slap
pride vibes is the big dogs and we hungry off the chain
it’s the united animal kingdom where the f-ck are you in the food chain
i got fire on my tongue, who the f-ck wanna get burnt up
i leave you all crispy like oriental aromatic duck, you f-ck
to the establishment i’m a scandal to your eardrums i’m a vandal
fellowship freestyle with a spud, too hot to handle
this ain’t even my best sh-t just something before the album smacks
my throwaway raps get claps from the chaps that reach up for daps
i’m that guy the one that you don’t want to show no props
actions speak louder than words wait till my l.p. drops
it’ll spread through the matrix leaving you haters wasted
there’s death in the air, can’t you taste it
u.k. rappers keep it real, we’ll neer see mainstream playlist
the media push propagander like realities dr zeus
if you’re an emcee spit that real and keep your head up
together we’ll tear down barriers and get our bread up
why battle with a rapper when i can battle this authority
overstand the lies and enlighten the weak majority
choose your sound wisely no time for mysogyny
listen to these fake drakes all into that sodomy
that sh-t sends you to h-ll and thats not where i wanna be
my place is on stage, mp3 and c.d
together we stand tall, divided we’re misguided
they’re as intelligent as those who blaze crack through a pipe

- s kalibre

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