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letra de stigmatized - sir adams

[verse 1: sir adams]
made amends with god after daily prayer somehow i feel safer thank my lord for what i have but i need more
too ungrateful?
gracious fables lies can tip over the table weight be heavy on the shoulders so the culture, rarely stable
out the socket cash in pockets used to plug the block like cables can’t n0body save her
sacrificial lambs, to all who players
my city super slayers sirens screaming that’s that opera
you hostage if you not robbing or plotting on the softest
overly cautious nauseous what you scared to see the projects we the products of our environment
night crawlers stay stalking get it
strapped up, many contra conflict clinics
sun drop not falling with it
die trying cause of living
innovationists we authentic/
we creators
we the chemists
the mind and the body
soul physics
the revolution
unforgiven
we outsiders
we too ignant’
you afraid now, we suggest you go to church
since birth
all my life i been a menace to this earth
known to hit em now it hurts

[chorus: sir adams]
hatter right back at em’
tell me what’s the word
manifest my destiny my target is the earth
vision so clear to me
beautiful picture
shaking things up
now i am your rictor
outkast like 3 stacks
wars and combats
mind gone i lost track
now i can’t find that
stay silent fall back
this where the bombs at
this here that impact

[verse 2: black matt]
(matty! matty! matty! matty!)

matty right back with the business
a lot of these n-ggas end up on my hit list
and ask for forgiveness
i’m baggin’ and taggin’ the witness
stay run through my side and fl!ck ash in the trenches
nickel roll on me don’t press none my homies
we sn-tchin’ up wifey’s and leavin’ em lonely
this sh-t be so phony but i keep it rockin’
you flippin’ next sorry i am johnny

all out of f-cks and they all out of options
i’m smokin’ that gas like i’m inhaling toxins
i keep it supreme like the flow in my boxers
been wantin’ a baggy you know that i got it
midwest homie go ape sh-t for dollas’
then aim for yo neck like we poppin’ yo collar
you wanna get crazy i call up my gualas
then drop n-ggas off at the edge of tomorrow
adderal f you no though
so og that i’m still tippin fo fo’s
let me pace myself
ls till the death

- sir adams

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