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letra de full circle - scott phree

[sample]
i don’t know
i kinda feel like an idiot sometimes
although i am an idiot, so it kinda works out

[verse 1]
i shot your favorite rapper wit the nickel-plated, then his sh-t deflated
more like busted like a pumpkin when it’s hittin pavement
government is david, last name g for short
read thoughts, just to see your faults, poor knee support
watch ’em buckle, it’s supposed to be known
grab the microphone and bust in what’s supposedly sewn
stitched, keep sh-t cl!ckin’ like a rotary phone
over the tone, leave the spot totally blown
chern0byl the zone, stand alone, as the last known survivor
holdin molten lava, to replace it wit the soul inside ya
watch your body melt, from the inside
wit the rhymes? i got it tied up like karate belts
origami shotty, this is 12 gauge syllable
swelled brain, well played, self-made miracle
butane lyrical, new age serial
k!ller, none iller, all things come spherical

[sample]
could you remind me not to do that again
sorry
h-llo!
full circle wit it, verse intended for the death blow
separate your neck slow then let go, bet yo
yes? no? b-tch i might, we a different type
caressin the mic spittin writtens, sippin on a miller lite
isn’t quite the twitter type, more like
catch me in my socks, flashin d-ck shots on your sister’s skype
say h-llo to mr. right, queue the wink that i cheese
no actin crazy, ladies — single file line please
part-time sleaze, wit degrees in weed lacin
freebasing freemason, and professional knee breakin
quality assurance at its purest, a professional
immeasurable linguistic, the spectacle’s impeccable
evidence is legible, tyrannical penmanship
you can call me exodus, phree is the testament
make sure that you get the quick, way that i presented it
think it over in ya dome, go home and write some better sh-t

[outro: samples]
the right, to say what we want
ah, shut the f-ck up!
{okay, just one time!}
(haze holiday)

{yeah… that’s it
woooo!}
he walks alone, under the big city lights
he always knows, just when the time is right
he never shows what he’s thinkin, he keeps his tact
because he’s, too cool for school

- scott phree

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