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letra de voices - samo

[verse 1: samo]

you got two lyricists in a cage, ready to fight the rage, make the stage
ain’t no mistakes are made
eloquence and i got the elemental surprise, write or die
fantasize, two hits of wonder, strong enough to break bones
scatter here comes the rumble, drop the thunder, when the beat flops
hip-hop, ain’t seen what we got, so we gotta’ make our move, here comes our shots, shot like 2pac, six times popped upside the head
got the bullets pulled it out, we left, we not dead
invincible, sentimental, pick an instrumental to murder
what kind of mental disorder does a lyricist have
cause i got, so many f-ckin’ issues, bust, sit back
kick your feet up, relax, while i unload them’ missiles, dismiss
let it go to elo’ for another sick track, it’s my dismissal

[hook: eloquence] x2

sometimes the voices in my head get the best of me
so i don’t think you should start testin’ me
i’m just out here tryin’ to be the best emcee
but these voices won’t let me…

[verse 2: eloquence]

check, my vocals bless instruments with it’s presence alone
hence the kid is always detrimental
with a vengeance i flow
i approach the mic and just one take it
bust and leave the booth flamin’
so if you choosin’ to step to us, you playin’
games with your life, inflict pain
upon ya with a flow tight as dyk- p-ssy
try and push me, i peel ya frame back and come back
leave yo’ brains rearranged, flat, i’m clean as ajax
flow mean like od’ing on crack, leader of the pack
new school or old, a fiend for the tracks
few posses the nuts to even try and challenge us!
that’s why it get borin’ man there ain’t no challengers, but just in case
you know i roll with two calibers, to damage the, select few who happen to
test, smith & wess, a blade who penetrate and rip ya flesh
this just tip of the iceberg
welcome to the voices in ma head!

[hook]

[verse 3: samo]

five shots can’t make me bust, times lost if you f-ck with us
m-th-rf-ckers we sorceress, torturers of this rap game
open up pandora’s box lames, boxed maze
confuse the player, loosen tides, i’m the rightful heir
who is god? handful i got many of ya’, who is god?
the one who’s got, all of you, tied in knots like a choke-hold
hold ya’ breathe, count to ten, resort to selling your souls
bust a melon and go, tuck a nine in my hol-ster
holding ya’ in my possession
testing an emcee might be as bad as testing to see
how many times you succeed, in acceptance to defeat
cause we the best men, better than
a scorching dragon with two heads spitting acid
we are two heads spitting cl-ssics
no one can match up with, yo’ wits can’t stand this
bodies keep pilin’, while the kings sit in their throwns free-styling

[hook]

- samo

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