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letra de sylla bullshit - sean strange

intro : attention, all of you little biting, copying
trend following b-tches
i’m bout to teach y’all how to rap
a little bit with words and syllables and things

chorus : i beginning to feel like i hate rap,hate rap
why everybody trying to make trap,make trap
when i hit you i’m pumping a full clip,full clip
welcome to wordplay and sylla-bull sh-t,bull sh-t

verse : i had about enough of the game
everybody rap but everybody wack and not willing to grind
motherf-cker what you ill in the mind
to watch your life go by while you k!lling the time
you not feeling my rhyme? well i don’t even care
if your album on the shelf better leave it there
you ain’t breathing air, kid you an alien
try to take over the world but you barely win. yeah,yeah
now i’m here and i’m angry on the microphone you all fearing to bang with me
truth is you all should be really thanking me
not too many in the game i feel that could hang with me
sean michael. like it don’t b-tch
i’ll break into half like my vicodin broke
kid i’m the type that will choke hands around your throat
laugh as you drown cause you getting thrown out the boat
don’t give a f-ck if you moving a pound of c0ke
troop through your town, you won’t ever come out your home
i wear the crown of th-rns you better bow down to the throne
try to dial again if you hear the sound of tone
(yo) no peace you are rocking with a true creep
won’t retreat and landing on my own two feet. shoot me?
tell me why would you do that
i can’t be broken down like you rhyming on two track
i’m dropping the new crack and burning the mic
you never made an album that i heard and i liked
kept too many people round who only burden my life
after everything i left i had to turn to the right
and make my way in a new direction
f-ck the game i need a new profession
everybody keep faking and changing up
being what they not fugazi to make a buck
close your motherf-cking mouth or i’m a tape it shut
burn like pouring iodine into a gaping cut. relate to what?
the only one left of a dying breed
you look me in my eyes and continue to lie to me
and wonder why i’m mad and react to it violently
you tying me? i crush your whole album with one line. dumb,blind or deaf
i’m tired to death, admire my rep, you crying for the ref
retire you unless you make and effort to better your life
we all get guap. you ain’t calling shots
you call the cops
.get off the block
you can l!ck my b-lls and c-ck
you ain’t ready and willing to give it all you got
my sh-t heavy and k!lling the game you all went pop
can’t even count a syllable or kick a metaphor
you a b-tch in menopause get the led applause you shot

chorus : i’m beginning to feel like i hate rap, hate rap
why everybody trying to make trap, make trap
when i hit you i’m pumping a full clip, full clip
welcome to wordplay and sylla bull sh-t, bull sh-t

- sean strange

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