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letra de classics - seenick

[intro]
please don’t k!ll ’em espo, please!
aw sh-t, it’s espo
espo on the track

[verse 1: seenick]
espo on the track, seenick with the rap
i’ve met a lot of rappers thinking they’re the cr-p
then meet me and go from is to was
kid your buzz just met the mouth of a venus fly trap
i started lifting weights and saw my hands were callusing
good, now they match my personality
driving all slow fast lane in my volvo
cutting off jags and jacking your car batteries
you mad at me for making casualties? (suck my d-ck)
i do it casually, cut my lip on the mic ‘cause i started eating it
accuse rappers of sucking, they’ll plead the fifth
you know you beefin’ with (cl-ssics)
i go hard, they rap flaccid
have ‘em g-ssed with no bars, they’re asthmatics
choking, broken moping and mad that it’s
what i bring that’s fantastic, it’s d-mn tragic

[bridge: seenick (qing)]
yo, yo, yo, they got me batting first
(sh-t, nick, that was tragic as h-ll)
i got my boy qing up next
(qing with a q)
ayo, get ’em man, get ’em, get ’em
(aw you already know)
ay, don’t take any prisoners, no mercy
let’s go, don’t take any prisoners with it, shoot

[verse 2: qing]
prisoners in my encampment i’m readily running rampant
ammo [?] i’m steady setting the standards
many [?] a mortar strewn and shatter the shrapnel
perhaps you’re the person who happens to lose the raffle
call shots like sergeants, blast ’em with bombardment
i’ve known i’m a marksman never did miss a target
armies are gonna march and scorch the dirt of the earth
on your own home turf and putting you out starving
tossing you in a tar pit, taste the tartness (suck my d-ck)
his mind’s a weapon just waiting to be released with
a fervor and a heat that can’t possibly be extinguished
stop being so conceited can’t you see that both seenick and me is (cl-ssics)
and furthermore something is what you thinking
well d-mn, son i want a buzz from what you been drinking
high life in the twilight zone, brink of extinction
and this a persona, flow as sick as bulimics

- seenick

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