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letra de punk funk - spaceman

yeah, yeah, yeah
yo, bring me up in the headphones
bring my, bring my voice up
in the headphones
let’s get it
ick, n-gg-

f-ck playn nicely
the rhymes incite me
got the entire mc’s
who bite me!
and i see all of it
the swag pihrannas
tryna capitalize
all the black adonis
i promise i got this
it’s nothing, it’s locked
used to pump the block
with the work in my (???)
and not grills cause
i ate that ill
my soul weed doesn’t make
me any less real
i still kill,
i bottled ’em james
killed to pay the bills
you man, cause you not in the mill
i pretend to be crazy,
but i might be, actually
there’s no other explanation
for this level of apathy
it’s sad to see a black (???)
a casualty of the white man’s falacy
but it had to be
and i’m a masterpiece
so p-ss the weed and relax
while i spit my piece
zeesh, i’m flowing so crazy
my own vocabulary never cease to amaze me
i even see as the blt
i be the deli, so h-llo, the bacon is beef
i can’t sleep sometimes,
i’m so obsessed with rhymes
i’m like steve jobs with my innovative designs
i’m all about progression,
i f-ck your b-tch without using protection
and spring to plan b
in the a.m.
and make amends
you rappers say amen
and that’s ok, friend,
i don’t judge
it’s funny that you dummies
is pretending you thugs
well, i get it, this season
originality is too much for you
you feeling comfortable
pretending what you really known to do
it’s notable, they know the dudes
that go through it too
the new recruits scoop is scoop-the-loo
so it’s nothing to do except bare witness
so watch the inner city kids do their business
and all the other rap crews
their feelings
you’re up against the squad
it’s a rare winners
space on the mike
yuri on the beat
come on all the mixers
all the trackers with me!
i’m just tryna eat
so you can keep your props
ford knox new york, n-gg-
f-ck the odds

- spaceman

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