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letra de inutilis: liminal - sillyfurcorn clock

[verse 1: lucidd]
you don’t wanna mess with me
i will rap till the day i rest in peace
i’m a liminal b-tch hovering over the scene and making waves pumping my brain full of ecstasy
when i stutter on bars, thats negative aura
i c- c- c- can’t find any benefits forging my own career, i suppose i’ll close down my own recope vows at lowest dont show out but
well maybe i can work on my album
but nah i got plenty of time, i can amount myself a bit, since i dont plan to quit, i’ll just take a little break like i’ve done for months and months and months
if i gain more confidence, ill rap for months
and make a decision i finna go fast for fun
and if i treasurе my inner being and let mysеlf loose, then maybe chopping won’t erode my t–th like captain crunch
(suck it)
take the cig ignite the lighter, shove it down your wind pipe
before i suffocate you with a microfiber lens wipe
(is this dude insane?)
yuh you ever ate silica gel beads before? that sh-t tastes like pop rocks
(yeah it does)
if you ever wondering why time is so slow, your sloppy seconds finna knock your block off
fine, what is the purpose of rapping so fast if you can’t understand em
yeah, thats a good point, but all of these archived forums, you’re throwing a tantrum
it’s too easy to crack the code, when you’re a ratman last to show all of what you got in one go, and that’s a reference, a sinster reminder that your ip is mine, kal paseo you a b-tch

[verse 2: liquiid vortex]
coming in back around
and i’mma k!ll em the sound
bringing em down
snakes bringing the doubts
i put em in the ground
hacking up i f-ck em up
you know that
i’mma gut em up
and i don’t really give a f-ck
a demon in the bounds
i ain’t goin up in the clouds
b-tch i’m headed down south
you went look for the devil
b-tch i found him in the barrel
don’t believe paranormal
there’s a ghost
look at him now
f-ck what ever they talkin about
“i’m shaking and breaking”
the underground
i’m tripping em out
got em thinking about
the moment they be tapping em out
i’m stabbing em in they sh-t
digging apart your hearts now
mash out till they black out
pass out ain’t gonna back down
man down till the countdown
they be thinking i’mma lose
making you motherf-ckers move
hit em with syllables
supersonic with the boom
thinking that they do
cut em into two
chucking a deuce
lookin into gloom
keepin the cool
sick in the stu
f-ck it i’m breaking loose
i’m d-gg-ng em out
i’m walking em out
the sh-t you shoulda thought about
ain’t lookin for a part of pound
you know that i want farther gone
it’s the head i want about
i don’t care if we falling out
motherf-cker they gon get it now
domestic terrorism pull the pin
and dive into the crowd
incendiary ammo
hot links when they clink
motherf-cker gonna be leaking
i ain’t talking bout a sink
when i come up in the spot
you don’t gotta worry
if i’mma do my sh-t or not
bust out the machete
put your head up on the block
they be ducking heads
cuz they thought i was a glock
(yeah)
f-ck it i’m bringing the doom
motherf-ckers don’t got a clue
jammin the katana in ya roof
i be doing what i do
[verse 3: down6]
gravity ripped from beneath, a cavern with shadows that smile with t–th
i ravege the scr-ps to keep snacks for the fien, i gnaw through reality’s hazardous dreams
enact a state of madness when climbing ladders up towards to heavens
lord is begging not to be bothered by a real sinful peasant
south east rappin, i be stepping to beats etching
thee message, squashing the beef and then release pleasant
code red, hoe dead, exterminate the block up in the instant
burning the record and terminate anyone tryna be stepping to k!ll b-tch
dictate what the future ancestors will see
leaving imprints like jay-z
wisdom isn’t granted at ya birth, you better f-cking earn it
roam around the city doused in kerosene, the act concerning
light the match and drag it on my skin and then commence to burning
not even the holiest water’ll put me out, the furnace hot n cooking
brought this methodical, problematic mission
lacking what matters to keep the habit on an honest vision
i probably puff a spliff when i roll in the du gump, i’m pimping
a couple a loaded clips, i-mean-a-mag and the goat be hissing
blood up on the jacket, by the boat
alabama river where they float
travel, run away out to the coast
weighing every ounce after shows
what is up with all this f-cking smoke?
golden, molded by the essence of
chosen gods, hiding through the f-cking shrubs
i settle beneath the dirt
breaking apart at the coffin and walk out to h-ll and make the chasm worse
devoted to this curse
[verse 4: tok-mei]
when my brother told me to give up i was adamant
he was saying only producers get any cash in this
dealing an ultimatum stating to work for dad again
because when he’s gonna take over he ain’t give a another chance again
i told him i don’t need it, i knew he wouldn’t belive in
me spitting out from heart to the beat and have it repeated
the grievance i couldn’t beat it till speakin up on a beat did
but having family’s approval was something i never needed
to be raw
like hopsin knockin with madness
so girl better drop the box like new caskets
in any way i pop n lock with who dancing
and take away the spot you rock like flu flamming
they got a song to drop but who’s asking
you’re better off to pop a squat with loose napkins
it’s not the bars you drop when you rapping
it literally the bar you’ve dropped with you rappin
(get it?)
cause i got a style to recognize
flow like the river of nile when shredding by
used to be vile to some when i sketched a rhyme
now they entitled for sums cause i’m getting by
used to be friends in the drain like they pennywise
now i got snap trynna show me the memories like
i wanna see it, delete it wheno steppin
likw what’s in the past can not anchor in present time
nahh
that ain’t what
i’mma give into when im stronger than class a-1
they can all l!ck on my b-lls know the shaft stays up
while i facetime my therapist like man hey look
i’ll leave his d-mn face shook like
wooah!
get off my phone
like when y’all talking about im packin a mack and im bringing a
no
yall better be taking ya backida backida backida ass home
f-ck an sps and wackity wack flow
motherf-cker
[verse 5: undead ronin]

[verse 6: transcendentem]
raw dog ‘em all with pyroclastic flow
with the knife or the scythe, the choppers will go
we are doper than god with the grace, gonna make a bl–dy face
sober with the f-cking mocha, bring a tank to their base
silly god, wish there was six on the illest
muskrat for the k!ll, then burn ‘em with a grill
i have taken over one who can f-cking kick ass
covered with a split second, it’s solved so fast

leash on our enemies, the gods are going thirty
breakin’ a jaw, intricate call, with the inutility
better run away, b-tch, we will catch you from the back
you don’t know what it takes to get it on this track
i expect them to tryna get a higher d-mn spot
but we’re way too far ahead, so we let them rot
as a fast rap student, i am not a f-ckin’ king
always say that i rap, cuz i never f-ckin’ sing

sps enjoyer, hope you’ll get on soon
and no matter what the f-ckin’ b-tches do, i’m here
gotta pay soon, i will deal with that
gonna clean the server, make sure there’s no rat
to my greatest teammates, show this to the gals
just want them to know that i have succeeded
i miss ‘em so much, but i must go fly
and to the f-ckin’ cappers, say goodbye

ought to be makin’ it fast and i’m breakin’ the record, i’m makin’ ‘em rest
takin’ the mac and i’m breakin’ ‘em off and i’m comin’ to comin’ to k!ll the beat
packin’ a mic and i’m bringin’ it wickeder, makin’ a scene, so obscene
i’m on top, i’m the fastest now
(sick in a fake and i’m big in wicked, comin’ and wreckin’ ‘em, givin’ a f-ck and i gone)
all you motherf-ckers gonna widen your eyes
gonna make ‘em f-ckin’ hate me, go ahead and spread lies
saying i’m not f-ckin’ rapping, you’re f-ckin’ r-t-rded
if you think we’re done, we’ve only f-ckin’ started

[verse 7: hi-sunko]
this prolly be sloppy, imma merc it, inadvertently turnin’
flippin’ it, makin’ this sh-t, godly
stick with lobotomy and put my d-ck inside of moxxie
i don’t wanna givin’ the comin’
a couple of motherf-ckers gonna die now!
“oh wait, oh nate, you’re flows great!
but that’s so g-y!”
the f-ck what you want?! yagikira with the gun
bouta go ham, go ham, dumb d-d-d-d-d-duh

never want to be on top, i’m a top gun bouta take lotta shots
‘cause it be a lot fun hit em with a bullet
i be spraying they be laying dead
as i am dissin’, man i’m gonna be winnin’ and be crowned upon
major cloog, you a b-tch uh you pr-ck, uh
you’re tipped off to set on jail, you’re a bit of rip off of kelly and edp
or that f-ckin’ man, nihilist!
beef but no fight
‘cause you might crash in and you might crash out
and by the time i’ve k!lled it be coffin operating
like andy leyley mothaf-ckas better back down
i am mad now, not arouse
i’mma bash out canon event, a miguel o’hara you cannot bounce
finna gonna be runnin’ in the house like it’s cat mouse
never gonna be stoppin’ when i’m boxing, you gon’ black out

never gonna be sane, since all night man
i’m totally insane in my whole life but hey
man i got one than that lesbian mistpirit b-tch she better go hide
as i pop upstairs, rock a lot of stages she stays locked down in her mom’s bas-m-nt, make her go quiet like a hiatus, she prolly gonna’ comment like “i hate this!

[verse 8: lil rapid fire]
sometimes i overdo it i just get so into it i was spitting fire bars and f-cking flowing through it only no one knew it
making doper music than of those who’d choose to f-cking go and mute it i’m a broken nuisance to them but if eminem heard me he would only shoot his

shot at recruiting me i can say usually pac and the new mc’s shocked as i do the beat in way you’ll just watch while producing me saying oh sh-t is he s’posed to lose it is mopping sh-t through with heat

it’s not a question it’s a f-cking statement
bout to rough the pavement
b-b-blood is spraying c-c-cut like jason
and you must be playing lots of games if you think i would bust the matrix

now everyone telling me that used to the fast sh-t
so ima spit faster than all of you for the last hit
untouchable on the mic when i choose to go blasting
incredibly decimating the few who talk mad sh-t

if anyone wanna battle me get wrecked
you send a diss to me that’ll mean spell death
you said that you want me toppin sh-t hoes loud
but even time that i’m choppin it they say slow down

double a couple of syllables coming to breaking em off when i gotta burn em when i’m on the mic and i’m shaking the fake in the back and i’m buckin em nuts chop em like bacon thinking i’m faking i’m clearing the room and i’m making em black out when i gotta grabbing the gat in the back of the bag making em
shut the f-ck up

never will i finish until they’re f-ckin diminished
and winning it f-ckin k!lling sh-t villain concealing clips in your ceiling b-tch you don’t know me if you did you would realize i’m mad and tired of you hater now saddest liars for doubting the one and only lil rapid fire

[verse 9: odstarcheningo]
talkin’ bout efforts, aching up whenever the cold in us demands someone to come wanna break out into dominoes, summon a devil, the horrors are getting here, b-tch i can sink in it, p-ssed em off
out of it, overlay cannabis sicken, i murder for the dumbest, someone ain’t covered, i’m coming to make it a full kind the bakers at morning, coming and making it full
boutta put in my foot, i k!ll the pain, murder b-tches, have fun, can i burn it for the better vision, suck it up ain’t
up on their foot, i sit there protect em, write the final , been sick, and i burn up for the candidates, hacking ticks, ever to settle with the full tamed
take out my sets, summon it, the prison from center
harder whenever the medicine, imma never to get up for the better
think i burnt it when the supper get em when i’m foolin’ but the simple cadaver don’t put up for their percent can i bet ya found em, broke over-compression up to punches summon the game with a carving i face
up with the haste
i’m under my seat carving off leveling coming and breaking the volcanoes, summon a gum and i’m wicked, i’m breaking then wink it off, i sever the grip when i make it the best
could i break it, i’m wicked, i’m f-cking up, bugging the boogie that bringing the bigger new biggedon book it and bring it, the planet come pain can i pull can i planning on poking it making it mugging, i’m freaking a bringer that bigger the beat and i f-ck it up, aching em again, i’m picking dumb velcro’d down full kid, i broke it i book it, i’m walking on wickeder bringing the pain and i f-ck it i’m f-cking up hanging a painting i’m raining i’m banging a bullet i’m faking on f-cking on packing em, bigger new pick of the bowl
ain’t n0body full, can i put a fortress, over again i’m bitter fill em when they said i can employ them, but i stood making em intimate i k!ll em middle of the voltage
ain’t n0body messing with me, i’m gonna sample it, their mess a big carving, i come and i bake it, a bigger new fit to toast, center intimidate the sets
had to compress their bones so that when i come on k!ll em with a midi, coming up in it with something, i come in and vent it to somebody, coming to center my breath yuh
ain’t n0body standing, put your foot in, carve the moon
i pull abyss fan it, carving i put it bends up in it carving a hole
thinking i burn up with some in it come with a better best umbra that come with a carving inside with the governor freaking it shriveled us over the computer, put it when they burn a cape
and i p-ss sovereigner governor picking up f-cking on their somebody gotta make it up packing a marketer bugging i’m booking it planning on f-cking em bringing a bigger new wake in the planet i’m working on forgetting wickeder buck in em
get em working i’m bringing out f-cking up bucket i’m bugging em, bringing it back and i’m bringing em bringing their pack in em planning on picking their pocket i’m voting em bugging it when i come vulcan it forget it bringing them bigger new pick in em f-cking on wickeder pick in em poking and working em, f-cking their bug and im poking em, working on bugging it picking on wicking em freaking on f-cking em bruh

[verse 10: troll]
trollzin que chega na track
deixando bem claro que nesse rap que eu tô, não tem nenhum moleque
por isso que eu chego mandando a flipada que vai te deixar no chão
repara que quando tú ouvir o meu som você vai para outra dimensão
seu cuzão… tem uns nêgo que tão falando umas merda sobre sobre mim
dizem que eu sou repetitivo, não tenho criatividade
mas olha que coisa amigo, dessa vez tú chegou tarde
pois tudo que eu fiz e faço, vocês não fez nem metade
esse é o preço da arte ou o peso do aço?
bota na balança que seu final já foi trágico
pois eu boto a cara e nunca desisto, cabaço!
você sumiu com tudo, parece até um truque mágico
mas, vou fazer o quê?
não ligo pra isso, pois o foco é em mim
então senta no seu sofá e liga a sua tv
tô pr-nto pra dar um cheque-mate e vou causar seu fim
mas deixando isso de lado, e voltando pro que eu tava falando no começo dessa track, deixa eu explicar
como eu disse, é o troll rimando, dessa vez não é o demetrius, e isso significa que um papo reto eu vou dar
só querem flipada, flipada, flipada e flipada, flipada, esquecem da porra da letra, então pode pá
e se vocês querem flipada, então é isso que eu vou dar
prepara que quando o troll chega na track, meu mano, não é pra brincar
“cê pega na faca ou na pika? tu pega na pika ou não pega no pau?”
é velocidade meu mano, isso aqui sim que é real
por mais que a minha letra aqui seja uma bosta, e não valha nem um real
eu carrego essa cena nas minhas costas porque o speed é surreal
era isso, tá pr-nto… juro que as vezes pode ser até pior
espero que tenham entendido meu ponto
na parte 3 eu juro que explico melhor

[verse 11: greenhoe440]
f-ck everything i rerecorded
yo b-tch just got my kid but won’t abort it
boy if we got a problem let’s sort it
the more i get beaten, the longer my sword gets

you more fit, but i morph to a god
a mind combined of many, a form to be gone
b-tches? got plenty, wh0res cannot dodge
and i go melly on f-ggots who want

this attack, i give it from the back
yo sh-t is wack, get yo neck slapped
no racks? sad, i got mad platinum
that’s that, i’m doom on crack

you ruin raps, you got no movement, man
i’m super cool with the jews and blacks
you choosing fat, i’m choosing sap
i don’t even know what the f-ck i just said

fat people ain’t sh-t, and they f-cking know it
boy you’ll become my b-tch, yo ass is showing
got a dude who got a booty that’s thick, yeah my mouth be foaming
you be caught up on some sh-t, boy enjoy the moment

come in, you’ll find all the statues divine
i’m on the run from the 12 to the five
double the time and i run up with 9s
and my eyes get the most of the violent night

i ain’t even wanna do this verse, half this lineup so dookie bro
but lucidd a homie, down6 he a homie
so i came with the clip and i aimed in the scope

f-ggot

[verse 12: muskrat]
you not one of us, you get eliminated
never been a favorite but i’m here
k!llin this sh-t with a pen and paper
do myself a favor, instill fears
into the hearts of many, writing bars aplenty just to show everyone what i got
emphatically making an effort, amassing some fans and i’m glad i remain in my spot
we’re chasin a win and there’s no time to stop, it’s an ongoing plot that’ll not be forgotten
we’re a group of people doing great work and taking a loss is so far from an option
you’re not on our level, so get the f-ck back
if it’s war that you want, then we’re on the attack
you better be ready or you’re off the map
you’re no kind of hero, you’re gone in a flash
what’s up with that? when i’m on the microphone, i finna k!ll it
any motherf-ckers really want it, i’mma get em in a f-ckin minute
haters wanna hate, but all i’m hearin is crickets
i’m here to be winnin and take my f-ckin sk!ll and just lift it
time for me to step in and leave a mark in the game
keeping hopes that my artistry is helping to spark a flame
it’s an aim of mine, never stay divided and slay
confided in myself to always break the silence in waves
i don’t want my music to be a pile of waste
i want it to be remembered, not filed away
wanna treat all this work like it’s my final day
not everything’s a hill, but i’m inclined to stay
hard to believe that i’ve just turned 23
wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for sfc
wouldn’t be here if i didn’t have enemies
but to be honest, i want them to rest in peace

[verse 13: mc rice]

[verse 14: leechy!]
liminal. what does it mean?
occupying in the sp-ce inbetween
void walker, live behind of the scene
time wander in the twilight of a world unseen

grow pale by the day. it lurks in the shade
a favor repaid. i still will stare death in the face
f-ck it, burn rubber away. watch me escape, b-tch

i’m a bl–dy rabbit hopping out a wartime warren
pop on a popstar, gone in a moment
lost in the sauce. b-tch you ain’t that important
f-ck it. i’m tired, of your sh-t, got me snoring

like honk-shoo. “mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi”
napping in a rap, trap house, ain’t a bnb
paint up the walls, now it look like a murder scene
burn a motherf-cker out a case, like a dvd

rip and i tear, bring doom to deviants
the ground beneath tremors, the dust pouring off
of my figure. go figure. i rupture their sp-wn
indigo royal, don’t f-ck with the p-wns

what is the purpose of making these songs
for the sake of approval from those looking on
there’s a truth in the verse, watch them shoot at aversion
i c-ck back. laugh. sure fire caliber. off

c-cking it, locking it, aiming it at the target, ain’t make it to market
aiming at the back of the hack, then clacking, hacking the pieces, and mogging the mark
f-ck if they spark, they gawking, hawking it back to the flat footed, regardless
bawking and breaking, taking a faker, shaking and baking, make it a hater

make an acre of the enemies. f-ck it, ain’t no befriending me
aching, i can’t take it, i’m shaking up, what they been sending me
i’m still wild to the bone, i got em all down on their knees
say my name, and bow to your king

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