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letra de industry rule #4080 - sam cornet

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bpm: 85

v1
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we told y’all
y’all was just as hard
kinda odd, bizarre
the life of a rap-star

your dirty yap
got you plagues
hanging on your wall
yet you gotta use their brands
when you want to floss

something smelling
fisher than cape cod
you blind to how they stack your bills
like you ray charles

they front on you
then front you funds to get you far
collect your back-end
something worthy of a rape-charge

lawd!
good god, you been getting robbed
got you blue-printing your prison
when you wrote your bars

perpetuity… contractual clause
own you if you end your earthly life
and started out on mars

from unit to streams
we vending machines
call you out of order
whеn you don’t accept the change thеy charge

look…don’t think too long on it
might make your brain r-t-rd

v2
free-styling with a lisp
prayers, intercessions
on my knees
when its bent

chest pounding
pleading for the need to repent
god have mercy on my soul
digging this hole
zombie emcees hopping this fence

they get ushered to their end
sucker emcees pimp the culture
to pay their rent

half hearted albums
filled with them uttering nonsense
broke hoes, loitering absurd nerve
pan-handling, begging me for some cents

now im coming for your heads
me vs everybody
i ain’t here to make no friends

the blastmaster told you
self destruction is at hand
disgusting stench
witnessing the snitching at the bench
last chance to make amends

sharpening swords
the axe swung at microphone cords
declaring war towards
high falutin, rapping acts
sponsored by any corp
piles of rotting corpse
my fertilizing choice
write these bodies off
just like trump
and turn this home
into a tax free morgue

- sam cornet

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