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letra de 80 bars - spitty

[verse 1 (psa)]

allow me to reintroduce myself my name is spitty, or what they know me as
hottest kid on his grind homie don’t be mad
i bend bars of steel got the strength of a monster
forget starting line up when i’m the whole roster
y’all have reasonable doubt for what i’m ’bout
just lemme renegade these beats then you’ll never count me out
are you good cool what does rap mean to you
i say too many qs move right for the w

[verse 2 (look at me now)]

look at me now switching flows so consciously
so much heat d wade should rock with me
casually cl!cking the camera as i’m kicking it gotta cart out my cards till i’m connected with k!lling it
cats cower it’s crippling kakarot-ing these kids again cause i’m crazy and capping like i’m clipping it
capitalize on the capsize of the cr-p ride catch kites in the sky
climbing up so high cash on the lies but the corpse never dies
cause the soul flies free it’s so breezy, can’t beat me can’t keep me can’t see me beneath me
so i busta rhyme you stuck in line more disposable than tp

[verse 3 (black and yellow)]

everybody’s swagger jacking i was never part of that
do my thing i sag my pants since time it’s like i started that
started capping fitteds i’m a wiz up in this noggin man
rolling down these streets with pride like i was raised a part of that
ain’t black & yellow more like a brownie fellow
knicking all these 3s past the line like i’m carmelo
you soft like marshmellow you really want s’more?
i’m cooking in the kitchen really pounding up that dough

[verse 4 (rack city)]

fall back relax
come up get that
i’m tryna shock up the world take a peek-at-you (pikachu)
make this next dude’s career go vamoose
racking up points till i’m pac(king) man
tell the whole industry that the mack is back
how the h-ll he so hot but his chain stay icy
cause i got the style and the rest comes nicely

[verse 5 (how we do)]

bring it back old school hb #2
i’m the creme de la creme and what are you #2
never tell you you stank like you took a #2
i was chatting up yo girl you know i got her number too
all about a dollar but fiddy got mills
the game needs change and i’m the one to fulfill
i’m ill when i’m at it and it ain’t hard to tell
my clique rolls deep like i’m chilling with adele

[verse 6 (beamer benz or bentley)]

beamer benz or bentley but i’m whipping in a honda
tryna make a wish where are cosmo and wanda
never rock designer cause the devil wears prada
so much creativity i should be running donda
coca cola pepsi either way it’s soda popping
i’m living to the max till the reaper comes in knocking
not hip but you know i got a hop when i’m walking
life’s a marathon and some of y’all are barely crawling

[verse 7 (a milli)]

i got a milli a million words up in this -rs-nal
my tongue got the precision to cut through atomic particles
gimme a funny hat i might as well be called a cardinal
can’t equate or compare to me i’m hotter than the tropical
audible illusions is what you think i been spewing
i was born within the core of the sun a teenage mutant
donatello’d this masterpiece michaelangelo’d the art
munching pizza all the while you splinter my bars apart

[verse 8 (swimming pools)]

i been thinking ’bout the thoughts in the darkest recesses
of my mind my eyes can be so deceptive
politicians just piles of p-ss and polishing their shoes
step all over the lower cl-ss block their view from the truth
debating probation send taxes through the roof
y’all call it minimum wage then use more to wipe your poo
but forget about the consciousness let’s take another shot
let memories be memories pour up until we drop

[verse 9 (black skinhead)]

it’s four in the morning still writing still zoning
these lines are just practice not allen i’m on it you know it
my people were tossed in ships and told to slave away their life
through struggle and perseverance they fought back and got their rights
i’m flying on planes, taylor, i’m running the city, mayor
stay repping my state, gator, goodbye to the hate, later
back to the basics to strength my sk!lls, grammar from atlanta so i keep it trill
got caught by the flu i been spitting it ill, not micro not soft yet still chasing the bill

[verse 10]

i don’t write rhymes no more i write history
etch my text like it’s calligraphy depicting me
picture these symbols i’m speaking in hieroglyphics b
so many bars y’all would’ve thought they just convicted me
i don’t know much about destiny but i think this is my calling
even if you don’t get drafted that don’t mean you stop balling
my presence is a present the future remains a mystery
but i repeat i don’t write rhymes no more i write history

- spitty

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