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letra de dopesick - sapient

[intro]
yea, uh
this beautiful right here
sapient, where you been all my life?
where have i been all my life?
on the job, boy
them ketchup packets aren’t free
let’s get this

[verse 1]
i got you open, no hinges
i got you open, throat slitting
no sh-t it’s so slick, there they go cringing
dopesick off that heroin with no syringes
it’s pro spitting, leaving your dome spinning
no flow similar, you don’t get it
there’s no gimmick
i’m comfortable like old friendships
(there’s no business like show business)
my cake’s on rip mode and they call me big sarge
i got a big heart, but get smart and get discarded
yea, i made it this far
i’m going infinity and beyond like pixar
(yea, you know me, i’m the dude don’t do sh-t wrong)
nil flaws, bring your best at getting p-ssed on
i can’t crip walk or break-dance
at least i can rip songs and make masterpieces

[hook]
(self made, so there’s nothing you can make of him)
i’m so gutsy in the cut, so clutch
(self made, so there’s nothing you can make of him)
yea, i owe nothing to no one
(self made, so there’s nothing you can make of him)
i got this sh-t sewn up kid, so show love
(self made, self made)
(and i’m tryna stay productive, but so what)

[verse 2]
i’m on deck
with davis on dext
we make your sister blush and make your moms sweat
there ain’t no award for this contest
we go to war for the conquest, superiority complex
i must be out my d-mn wig
living right next to where a power plant is
well it must’ve mutated me, now i rap sick
(this is how the sand shifts)
per second, per wrecking ball in my sentence
stop gawking, i’m appalled at your presence
you’re a p-wn in this chest game, soft and defenseless
i keep it raw in the trenches
yea, i’m a go-getter, a goal setter
they mannequins, no texture
little hoe-steppers, they don’t know better
(i handle it, no effort)

[verse 3]
it’s sapient, yea i dropped the name
getting it popping ’til you pop a vein
don’t step
this is not the place, not the time
walk away, apologize
i operate in a lot of ways
i moderate and adapt to what i have and alternate
but i always thought that playing for bling was an awful waste
(i’m much too cheap to cop a chain)
all these pop stars messed up, dressed up
looking like pharaohs in their tomb
they oughta be embarr-ssed what they’re doing
standing proud and tall
ego’s enhanced by money and alcohol, well
(let me break it down for y’all and dumb it down)
you know, ’cause my style’s evolved, yet underground
so i gotta scrounge and crawl, my hunger growls
with a sound that astounds the gods like this

- sapient

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