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letra de black beetle - siix

[intro: siix]

mic check one two, one two/
yea

[verse 1: siix]

pretty black beetle so cerebral in my cortex/
climbing up the ladder if he falls who gone support that/
hard exterior he’s not inferior indeed/
harlots, crucifixes fixed upon his self esteem/
all he wants to do is fall asleep, create a dream/
something different can he ever change reality/
all around him fallacies/
cowards sell their loudest dreams/
he’s a powder keg and inside him release the loudest screams/

and they love it when he dies inside the hourglass/
trapped in bubbles and the quotes he made an hour pass/
he can see the inner demon and the child in him/
pretty beetle ain’t defeated but he drowning in depression/
scarab ain’t scared of life lessons, he contests them/
love me or hate me i am a weapon harmageddon/
aar of souls, i see no foes in my way/
i am the plague and stones/

[verse 2: siix]

im a double winged demon with the energy in me/
i’m a good guy, i’m a bad guy all depends on who i meet/
water bearer with a scarab and an eye that’s so unique/
i’m in other solar systems in the time a human blink/
i see futures that’s so bleak that’s why i’m here to help repeat/
i’m a monster, i’m an angel, my vibration ain’t in sync/
i feel crazy i’m amazed that you could keep up on this beat/
love my daughter and my son and they don’t exist in these streets/
i’m yo daddy, i’m a magi, and my baby is unique/
no yes, maybe/
if you shady i can tell right when we meet/
ain’t no west craven i’m behaving like edgar allen poe/
cut your tounge off if you snitching or you rapping bout a hoe/
i got a hold on every game i got the dice inside my palm/
i got n-ggas in miami i got n-ggas in the palms/
central florida straight to georgia cuz the south what’s goin’ on/
f-ck the borders opposition i got missions to get on/
n-gga/
i am the baddest dragon i usurped spyro throne/
and i’m nasty as alladin with the genie on the phone/
i don’t wish sh-t i envision and i manifest through poems/
can we all get along/
had three voices all along/
am i sick or just sick-witted/
some call it gifted, i’m switching figures/
body sn-tching, charles manson, in a mansion/
that i’ve established/
did a hat trick/
3 and back/
guess you can call the sh-t magic/
i am a man and a fraction/
i’m released through these actions/
what is you askin’?/

{outro: siix]

pretty black beetle so cerebral in my cortex/
climbing up the ladder if he falls who gone support that/
hard exterior he’s not inferior indeed/
harlots, crucifixes fixed upon his self esteem/
all he wants to do is fall asleep, create a dream/
something different can he ever change reality/
all around him fallacies/
cowards sell their loudest dreams/
he’s a powder keg and inside him release the loudest screams/

- siix

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