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letra de pkp - seph nomad

i’m living my life like i’m sick in the head
thoughts of success got me chasing my death
every show i throw gets shut down by feds
i sleep in my trunk
yo, i don’t own a bed
i don’t got no time to lose
i don’t got no time to sit around and wallow in blues
i’m just tryna eat man
i’m starving as f-ck
beans out the can, no spoon for some months
b-tches lookin’ at me like i ain’t sh-t
but when i hit the stage they be grabbin’ they cl-t
seph nomad an ape like i’m king kong
i don’t manifest sh-t
yo that take to long
yo i need it now, got a fully loaded clip at your temple like
“gimme all your loot man now!’
i’mma scream and shout ’till my hair fall out of my head
yah im stressed as a b-tch, man i ain’t gone lie
all these rhymes pouring forth from my brain like tsunamis
ain’t ever been plain but if i had to be plane then i’m going kamikaze!
that’s word to mazi. yo imma live wire tapped!
ready to explode like a pipe bomb hoe
seph nomad homemade, i’m organic with the flow
in a panic, going manic, like hispanics say loco
cause i know i’m dope enough to put the planet in a chokehold!
i cannot contain, all these verses flowing out my brain
my hair is like a lions mane
b-tch, i’m a king
we not the same
f-ck up out my way!
i say, yo f-ck up out my way!
i spray these bullets in all yall directions!
no salvation waits for seph
they wanna see me like a peasant
i cannot abide by that
my hatred apesh-t, likeness wrath
to when achilles slaughtered men
with no intention ‘cept to lay down every single motherf-cker standing in his f-ckin way
when i see your girl, i’m like “oh,hey!’
robs spear with no fear, but the moeny so tight
i be so f-cking sick of f-cking hearing “it’s alright”
man, you ain’t been through my h-ll boy!
smash your skull in with my yell, boy!
cannibal, savage mode
i’m out control, tasmanian devil upon my soul got a hold
debating of recent like calling beelzebub
maybe, just maybe i could just dine out for once
instead of living off scr-ps, there’s a girl that i like but i can’t afford that
it’s an awful existence, and i’m sick of waiting
soon hospitals round me gone have plenty patients
cause all of these f-cking bum rappers gone die
when i tommy gun shoot up they concert with rhymes
like john wilkes in the booth!
young seph nomad
he be the truth!
i’mma incinerate y’all like a puff of ashes
smokin’ through the roof!
i cannot be appeased, till my body rest in peace
and my name the biggest news that they speaking in the streets
in a sense i can’t be saved
but i’m gone make sure that yall leave amazed
cause now y’all f-ckin with the mothaf-ckin’ seph nomad hoe

- seph nomad

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