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letra de bread n butter freestyle - slick mason

here come the bread and the b-tter
here come the bread and the b-tter
ch chyeah!
without a mention of intent, to get a strong hold on what the top 2 percent, put in pocket at the end, of the 30 or 31, days of whatever month, i make a shot attempt, making sure i never jump the gun, stepping up, even up the score i need to make a run, the time punch, utilise the mic, like i brought a lunch, got a hunch, that i’m bout to k!ll it when the summer comes, bars coming straight from the sewer when the gutter hums, i drop joints in the streets call me b-tter thumbs, the bread crumbs got me thinking outside the slums, focus on the business ac-men, attack it like a wild arachinid, aggressive and i’m p-ssionate
asking for the music’s hand in marriage pull a kapernick, the ends always justify the means when i’m averaging, 60 hour weeks, coz the looney never sleeps, they -ssess you by the number of the promises you keep, and the ppl who can vouch for you to soften the critique, picking ppl outperforming you in mind and in physique, don’t complain or get complacent get the compet-tion beat, money talking tongue in cheek is what they offering to me, tell em blood trumps water should my family get impeached? need to keep my options open like i’m getting one of each, i’m just looking for my destiny at every meet and greet, need to work with jonah hill so he can get me to the greek, i’ll dismember every member on your top 5 list, they can never do a number on the ones i list, rest in peace to all the victims of the gun violence, middle finger every time i hear them cop sirens, la di da di when i party this is sl!ck not rick, penning lyrics that could prolly get a chick topless, then in minutes i could come up with a verse so lit, give you something to remember like a used post it, read the writing on the wall and i adjust, i’m wired mentally to think that balling is a must, compose and i combust, i believe i’m on the cusp, of making something clutch, and every mix is like a mutt, i’m stirring up the pot splash brother number one, and heat checking come and fly closer to the sun, abandoned all behaviour that has led me off track, i’m xavier go cerebral on em brains are getting hacked, got my principles intact, all depends how i react, to the stimuli, an eagle eye, view to see the message on the papyri, in plain sight, this is what they left for us to -n-lyze, so we can come up with a plan and we can strategize, but then it seems like our possessions are possessing us, take em all away so we can see what is left in us, hitting rock bottom when we fall, like autumn, it’s appalling things are going down hill like a slolem, getting 30 centimetres of the snow, position baby foetus in the sheets so you know, i ain’t walking single layered in the streets they below, the number i be spelling z e r to the o, this melanated flow, is a sum of my acc-mulated hours in the stu, feel like jordan with the flu, i’m just sicker like, beer before the liquor might, take up all the gigabyte, storage in your phone,..i’m in my goldie locks zone,…that’s a sweet spot, i’m hands on and you can see how wet my feet got, from this immersion in ma version of eternal bliss, vociferous, as a lyricist, fl!ck the wrist, configure it, to bore the ignorant, this is it, i think that michael said it best, had us walking on the moon before we heard of sp-ce x, i’m at my apex, got the sk!ll of wayne gretz, hate the the hand that i was dealt so i’m reshuffling the deck, ugh! see where i’m from a child soldier’s k!lling y’all for nothing, and might be getting more techs than demarcus cousins, bodies dropping by the dozen from an outbreak, wonder how the streets are still buzzing when you’re out late

- slick mason

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