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letra de virgil - shodi

[verse 1]
i write a tale, an autobio of a sin
to all them, half mile is no end
fairies pale around him
(you better know me better by now)
havin a little fun, while i make it look easy
you frontin with a trunk, i’m revealing you’re bleeding
(you never knew me better, bye now)
and if you thinkin that you’re clever
enter you with all your letters
and sell your method to everyone attendin ya lecture, pray tell
(pray tell, pray tell, pray tell)
if you still ain’t get the message
i’m here to spread the visage of a h-ll so deep
you’d think i’m v-i-r-g-i-l
descent of the well
decent sell, reaper
so why’s he got demons?
cause

[verse 2]
because of wack standards, yet he won’t fail
he cannot see a pastor, he’s holding up a sail
out to sea, his -ssailers are the same sailors
he exalted, he exhales, as he’s exiled
x-out, himself, on the ledger, no record
but a specter, left posessin, this person, feelin nervous
so it’s personal, personnel scour floor boards
tell-tale beats, aura leakin through a cracked door
tack more wh0r-s than i thought a thot could handle
stand on sh0r-, storm roarin so i can’t pull
i let go, of the rope, hopin i could rant over
to the castle, a past soul recalls october red
a ghast on the bow, draggin bowstrings back
dragon floats by the boat, and the saves all crash
and the toll of the tide rollin up the mast
only one would survive on a shipwrecked path
a nomad travellin, a still night black
cashback ain’t a thing, runnin out of gas
and he knows deep if he can make it back
he could defend against a repeat attack, and be free at last

[verse 3]
not as autobio as you thought, trial follow to the top
try out a new approach in a journey of the gods
i know i can never stop, place bets while it’s hot
place plots when i’m rolling on the block
face melts in a wall, dazed too hard, i fall
long dark hall, but i’m not appalled, i move on and stand tall
in the land of saw, still scriptures sellin ya wack ideas
so i release this set to quell fear
the dear hunter grows tired of the leer
from a deer in the headlight, spotlight, choke mic
bars might mean something more than you can see
so instead of ears clean, i expect you to read me
ain’t reading? see what you mean to me
breezing freezes my tea to the tapestry

so be me

- shodi

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