letra de cruel kindness (oxymoron freestyle) - slyte

(what the f-ck)
i just stopped sellin’ dreams today
lame n-gga couldn’t be me if you tried
we don’t have the same nonsense when unconscious
laid in the cut, about to plot on a sponsor
the folgers keep my -ss up like a soldier
so my sl¥te mind get up in yours real tight
yep
then fee fie fickle a fold ya
(laughter)
(what the f-ck)
[n-gga trippin’]
(oh my god)
(can you imagine that, though? like…)
[shut the f-ck up n-gga]
catch a n-gga slippin’ from behind?
that ain’t the way you f-ckin’ ride n-gga
break a n-gga pride, put him in the dirt face down
then you press him ’til it make him want to die, n-gga
if he bounce back from it, i respect that
i ain’t f-ckin’ with him neither though, i ain’t meant that
there’s a real fine line when you f-ckin’ with iron
open your mind, before you think of where the test at
n-ggas k!ll they’re f-ckin’ brother for a striped vest
then go and sell they’re f-ckin’ soul for the right check
sh-t, q had the juice in “juice”, but hmm
something told me he ain’t like that
but you don’t hear me though
n-ggas grab the four, ’cause it’s cold in his heart
and he trying to let you know that he chose in his heart
that his role in the part is a cold blooded k!ller
sh-t, then he let it go
gold
then i’m ghost like swayze n-gga
my eyes lazy, i’m drinkin’ heavy
smokin’ heavy, i’m so sedated
chillin’ with my baby, f-ckin’ page me
stupid -ss b-tch, she yo replacement
[laughter]
stupid -ss
[deep inhale]
[exhale]
winterfresh

- slyte

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