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letra de words that rhyme - sinistah k

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sit back, relax and just listen to the words i rhyme (let me blow your mind)

verse
i’ve kept it real, not pressured about s-x appeal/
bryan mills on ill, bringin’ a new set of sk!ll/
pleasure filled when i bust, grain of salt when i trust/
what a drag how you bite the dust when i’m in a rush/
so pull my card, it ain’t endorsed by russell simmons/
thinking life’s plush and it’s a m-th-f-ckin’ must to fit in/
got it twisted like metal, hot headed with a sweet tooth/
strong lies, weak truth, i struggle when i seek proof/
gotta trust your judgement nowadays, what better way/
i keep up with that b-tch called life, sit back and let her play/
it’s letter k, he clever whenever, rockin’ your favorite tour/
to put on a show, certified rotten tomato score (fresh)/
so f-ck a job where i gotta clock in from 8 to 4/
to be mistaken for a law abider while i’m breaking more/
get this, here’s my updated sh-t list/
slit wrist flows to get spins like a mctwist/
i need that, see me cravin’ like a wes fl!ck/
i’m in the mix, stirrin’ up trouble in my nesquick/
not to be c-cky like babe i got the best d-ck
for this i’m confident, pullin’ hard as a res hit/
you brought your game to my court but i been next/
kickin’ sh-t that sticks to blow like a semtex/
ya’ll wanna mesh but we’re so not cl!cking/
unlike the belt strapped on that robot chicken/
i can’t keep it clean, f-ck that soapbox sh-t when/
i jot, i smoke pot, yo the flow got thick skin/
dirty as the pig pen, take heed and watch ur steps/
got the rep but ya’ll ain’t doing squat for your quadriceps/
claim it’s from the muscle, get cramps if you don’t stretch/
droppin’ knowledge like a hot potato that you won’t catch/
check, your susceptible to catchin’ on quick/
you gon learn today sucka so expect a long d-ck/
yo i guess i’m on, lit from the ethanol reckless, raw/
it’s been a long trip, time to let the bong rip/
and sh-t’ll get funky if you let that bong tip/
n-ggas swear they shot callers, tryna load the wrong clip/
i wrote a song hip, left the hop for the scotch sip/
no blocks or rocks, i hock spit, it’s toxic/
i got high hope, ya’ll throwin’ low blows like some crotch kicks/
cop cars tryna race the mach 6/
i k!ll it on the track, no tony stewart pun/
burnt my leaf on life, it’s time for a newer one/
slaughterhouse rocks, got hot rhymes to school you dumb/
chum chewing, hook bitin’ fish, lost in the sewer slums/
i’ve migrated to a clear water habitat/
where it’s not question if my dear brothers have my back/
living in my secret world, no alex mack/
as a black panther, y’all label as an alley cat/
tally that, another strike/
not drake in the studio, ain’t gotta chug a sprite to record all the words i write/
i spit what the f-ck i like, i switch up the subject matter/
everyone’s a critic now, m-th-f-ckas love to chatter/
they’re cattle, i trim the fat. as long as my blunts are fatter/
i’ll make my climb like it’s a briefcase above the ladder/
filled with stacks of green, it’s hard to relax when i savagely attack the scene, you’re f-cked, no vaseline/
the fuel to the fire, don’t flow gasoline/
wipe me down, i’m the sh-t but i’m no -ss to clean/
michael jai white highlight kid, yo blood and bone/
all you do is whine, f-ckers raised in a sutter home/
you’d get boxed in like franzia, you lack cl-ss/
i’ll backlash, kickin’ sh-t like i’m black mask/
my game’s good, can’t confirm with a smacked -ss/
window of opportunity made from a cracked gl-ss/

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- sinistah k

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