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letra de hardcore shit - solace zeta

hardcore sh-t

[solace zeta]

verse 1:
be-still/
free-will/
we-bill/
see i’m ill/
on that hardcore sh-t/
time k!lls like uzis or movies that starred-warships/
scarred-sh0r-s-shift/
like lines/
drawing parallels through rhymes/
awing like carousels with signs/
of splendor, my design as defender of validity/
stupidity to question the divinity/messing with infinity/
my illness is chronic/
when i reveal-this you want-it/
the hip-hop like hopscotch/
turn it up & watch/
me burn-it-up ‘til it stinks like toast/
chant can’t be still my ink’s like sucrose/
energetic, prophetic i feel-wise/but i realize/
most guys/
are of the venal-sort/
like the penal-courts/
the scene’ll-warp/
misanthrope i’m apocryphal/
on spliffs-i-smoke the tropical/
cause i’m prime like the meridian/
i spark-wits cause i’m sharp-as the darkest obsidian/
not among the rotund & quotidian/
wanna-know how i write with authenticity?/
gonna-go with that’s right the pen-is-a-mystery/
know & exceed, go like speed & -n-lyze-it-expediently/
grow like weed & fertilize-it-with-the-ingredients-that-he/
facilitates sweetly, keep-me real-&-create/
at will-facts, what’s more-admit it/
chill-back & adore-quick/
cause i’m ill on that hardcore-sh-t…

hook:
[i’m ill on that, hardcore sh-t] x 8

verse 2:
vainly remains-be lain-three times two feet deep/
defeat, true decline repeats/
each-day reap-pay from-which i sow/
dumb-b-tch i know/all i need to succeed, it’s called weed/
a mic, a pipe, a pen, a pad, a lighter/
quite-sure to ignite-your inspiration/
then have a drag, a tag of the pen & then it’s so-ill it’ll fulfill my aspiration/
i collect checks like plants and precipitation/
amped up i stamp up the stage like an elephant in rage/
sinister/
i have a knack for rap minister/
diminish-your/
pathetic -ss to theoretic existence, resistance hypothetic, then-it’s-your/
demise comprised devious with mischievous intent when-bent/
on destruction i function like gremlins/
know-eventually, i’ll soon blow once i’ve caught-air like a hot-air balloon ascending/
without fathoming or comprehending/
factually exactly, yet undiminished ‘til i finish branding the understanding, ya kidding?

[hook]

verse 3:
we’re at the brink/
don’t blink/
or you’re extinct/
cause i’m distinct with the linked-sh-t/
i’m quick-to-erupt/
equipped-to-destruct/
and rip-sh-t-up/
i play tricks like minds/
what’d i mean? seems it’s up to you to define/
so take heed-or-sit/
if you need-a-bit/
longer to ponder, the deal right now i feel we lack leadership/
and redemption in the rap dimension, so i’ll provide guidance/
even when weeded i don’t approach life like a joke, rather i awoke and now treat-it like i’d already died-hence/
i appreciate-greatness & cease-to-make-fakeness like the matrix/
my alliance rests with sleeping-giants/
i gain-appraise for defeating-tyrants/
who remain-afraid retreating-&-hide-since/
faith & reliance is placed-hard on my safeguards that subtract their acts of defiance/
i pop-quick with the logic like i got-it down to a science…

[hook]

- solace zeta

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