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letra de lost linguistics - sinderella mann

instrumental intro

verse
putting words on a canvas some wonder how appealing it could be
bringing soul to the power of sound becoming something you can see
painting pictures people peep while i’m freaking my speak
so when little geeks try stealing answers
know i’ll be around like the spinners dialing in scantron sheets
curing cancer
making boss plays calling fouls on lames most dunno about
clearing the air making fanbase scream n shout
john cena in the arena holding championship belts
close lining shook ones leaving lyrical welts applying pressure
guns stay drawn at all new jack hip pop p-wns yet can’t catch wreck
jotting down hype for respect showing em h-ll being sublime spitballing magic drunk off flow rambling on well
sinderella mann saute’s steamy hot sh-t ready to sell
on the clock overtime working funk can’t be no crime
reciting rough rugged raw rhymes with a ring that chimes
hook
showing haters icy hot style flexing on tracks for a while
flows stay jam packed in this moments groove
always on the move with nothing to lose when i choose
muse-ick
never one to away making time so i can stay lit like a slow burning fuse
looking onward never expecting sh-t
being literal
not acting
reincarnating lost linguistics to all the fambase reacting

verse
taking my time being thorough good like george
that’s got nothing to do with living in a borough
when im dropping fat tracks for the the streets that gorge
against t-rds who can’t cypher words
lacking palpable lyricism heard
counting sheep putting listeners to sleep
being tone deaf over a bad beat
sinderella mann is pulling that plug
now meet your maker for barnes n n0ble rappers dropping wack verses
similar to a faker
leaving me dead bored while true bosses got a sick delivery rolling up in he-rs-s
thanks to sk!lls some lack in their empty gourde
as this syntax swung slices lay lyricists to pieces
bringing cornb-lls shame spitting sh-t sounding same
you plain hitmaker wannabes wishing your ho ass could
not half impressive with flows as you should
so when this hip hop chemist protecting magic cures what ailments are infecting
writing regenerative rhymes dissecting cancer
putting choke out they misery coughing up regrets
not answers
know im ready to die blessing this mic setting it off right
now
-big sample-
motherf-cker say ya prayers
hook
showing haters icy hot style flexing on tracks for a while
flows stay jam packed in this moments groove
always on the move with nothing to lose when i choose
muse-ick
never one to away making time so i can stay lit like a slow burning fuse
looking onward never expecting sh-t
being literal
not acting
reincarnating lost linguistics to all the fambase reacting

outro
working the mic is such lost linguistics

lost linguistics

after summa these cats be like i’m trash i can’t flow intricate songs
i dunno what words to use
hahaha

- sinderella mann

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