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letra de rapture - fist fight (prod. by rofflala) - sameer inamdar

this ain’t that average bullsh-t that you motherf-ckers listen to
i am from a place where cool kids go missing dude
you would never see us doing drugs or sipping booze
we chill in the local joint, fried rice with chicken soup

a whole gang of ballers, shirts with standing collars
we keeping looking around while standing in the corners
so you should step back, there’s no profit in fighting you
but if we roll up our sleeves, you will wake up in an icu

the whole thing is simple, don’t try to be nice bro
cause if we bring the heat, you blood will go ice cold
no guns and no scope, we still rock the steel bladе
reach for our neck, we will givе you a clean shave
next thing you know, your neck is left open
blood on your t-shirts, your momma’s heart is broken
bodies left in dustbins, the knife is left with secrets
our emotions are so strong that violence is our weakness

haa, yeah we grew up doing fist fight
haa, yeah we grew up doing fist fight
stepping upto me, boy you better think twice
f-ck the diss tracks, boy we grew up doing fist fights

i got the unsigned hype, you the bantai type with a dumb zeitgeist
but my punchlines tight, so once i strike
there won’t be a need for a gun fight night
don’t cross me, i’m antichrist
in my songs, i’m anti-nice
i’m anti-hype, anti-bullsh-t, anti-lies
once i spaz out, it’s night night time

i’m sane and sage because of my rage
you tamed and bred inside of a cage
my pen delivers the fire on page
the flame then burns, inspires the great
that is the level that i stand on
preying on you like a sly python
with dead bodies of rappers that i climb on
in 2 years, i’ll be a rap icon

the tables are turning
the weight of this burden has got me determined to make myself worth it, with all of these verses
i’m already certain that i’m really murking and serving these rappers some food for thoughts
cause you know, a rolling stone gathers no moss
i know how to start, don’t know to stop
i’m living that life and you only talk…

my lyricism really has a rhythm
people be speaking and i don’t listen
fighting my way through the adolescence
with all the anxiety and all the depression
i’m under pressure, but not one dimensional
i’m always aware and i’m always sensible
yeah, i’m kinda sensitive, but i don’t mention it
i got some connections but not on the internet…

so, stepping upto me, boy you better think twice
the scene is looking upto me and i don’t even blink right
you should watch your step, cause you’re walking on thin ice
f-ck the diss tracks, boy we grew up doing fist fights
haa
yeah we grew up doing fist fight
haa
yeah we grew up doing fist fight
stepping upto me, boy you better think twice
f-ck the diss tracks, boy we grew up doing fist fights

- sameer inamdar

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