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letra de tengen toppa - speed on the beat

surprise, b-tches, guess who’s bizzack man
no crack, but i pealed off caps, with such ease
the king that’s perfected the atrociously loved sound
known as the lo-fi no-fi, a/k/a me
and i’m k!lling these lames, flames bang like set trippers
boot lickers get flipped up, and sauteed like rug feelers
can i get a witness? never mind, stop snitching
tools on deck, but no guns. man, stop b-tching!
forget a pro era, this is the new era!
foots insert in their sphincter, call them b-tches farrah
call them b-tches montana, call them b-tches jolie
pardon me, self-promotion, but that shit’s always key!
but ain’t shit free! gotta pay me for these beats
pay me for these features, pay me for expertise
do you just skim through shit or really listen?
i’ve been doing this shit, since you were on your knees
(sucking on a d…whoa there)

[hook: speed on the beat]
naw, nigga. bring the beats back
everybody in the booth know i’m not done yet
so, go ahead put the next verse on
running through this shit raw, no lube, at all…
(man) this is that animated tengen toppa shit
nerdish but still push your face in
break the unbreakable when we step in the spot
we back in the building…you are not

[verse two: speed on the beat]
they saying “papa don’t go, i’ll do anything.”
absent-father -ss fuckers, up in this thing
and even though mine, threw rices to my mom a couple times
i don’t repeat his mistakes, because i break the chain
i make the impossible possible with my ultimate flame
i drill through the heavens with only a dollar to my name
maintain it in my image: flawed, but so persistent
on making some sort of perfection, i burst through the galaxy
(that’s 24)
throwing stars at the gods, and laugh at my enemies
evolve every second, and call physics pesky
don’t test me, i make energy appear from thin air
can’t revive them anymore, i’m not god, let’s be clear:
i’m just a mortal man, with a will unstoppable
breaking the unbreakable, do you know what i’m going for?
or better yet, let me ask you this:
“who the hell do you think i am, son of a b-tch?”

[hook: speed on the beat]
naw, nigga. bring the beats back
everybody in the booth know i’m not done yet
so, go ahead put the next verse on
running through this shit raw, no lube, at all…
this is that animated tengen toppa shit
pierce the heavens every time that sotb spit
break the unbreakable when we step in the spot
we back in the building…you are not

[verse three: speed on the beat]
we say “row row” and “fight the power”
tower over the relics with epicness unseen
a man only dies when they forget about him
so, i’ll make sure i’m etched in history
sketched into the books, drawn upon the moons
and the stars realigned to spell my destiny
no games though, but if my sunset is overdrive?
bring advanced warfare to those who stop me
respect authoritah, no memes, no charlie sheen
no hoes, i’m obscene, and when i’m mean i crush the
people who try to say that we’re inferior
with the lifeblood that i spoke of back on the intro
from a boy to a man, from juke joints to greatness
little speed dug through the face of the earth, shit…
thanks y’all, so even as i stand to leave?
i guess rap really is the soul of man
(uh, yeah)
because i’ve got this shit. i got this shit
my nigga, i got this shit…
didn’t i tell you on s4 that i would be on my krit shit?
so, if this “king” right here will be remembered in time?
gotta make sure the doors been blown off the fucking hinges
(…remembered in time?
gotta make sure the doors blown off the fucking hinges)
man, off the fucking hinges…

[outro: speed on the beat]
yeah…speed on the beat. i’m finally done. mama, i’m finally done! i’m finally done, mama

- speed on the beat

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