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letra de fateful - spitty

[verse 1]
somewhere buried in euphoria this foreigner’s afoot
drifting deep inside this energy penning melodies hooks
h-ll i disembowel enemies heaven i haven’t felt in me
fell in sentiment settling but i’m back like i never been
back like joe carter come back like drizzy drake
i’m back doing laps getting seconds at buffets
i rise above concrete claims and billboard chains
it sit so lame i spit propane lit with flame
i feel the pressure pumping pistons in my blood stream
buzzing i bumble like a bee for my honey
humbly i am slim shady plus big pun
sl!ck with due deliverance l!cking t-ts of a sick nun
swift tongue let the automatic clip like script runs
how this kid got the coupe he used to be a chicken
checks come quicker than nike sweatshops
head shots i don’t play games on no x box
this is do or die used to shoot for first ball
now we shoot to catch a shawty robber or a new job
they cracking like i’m duval pull up with a t.i
calculate the matrix of my placement where do he lie
some would say conscious my ex say i’m obnoxious
her ex say you are what you eat and she was rotten
oh man don’t ever get me started

[verse 2]
silver surf spitty sail the city like max b
labels wanna sign i gotta ask what the max be?
i don’t need the cash i get g-ssed off the p-ssion
rapping i could’ve been at silicon trapping
basking in the glory i’mma give ’em more me
penthouse living cause a spitter got stories
forties pouring two bottles on the daily
that’s one for the loved and one to keep me wavy
diamond in the rough they mining with the blood
b-tterscotch sipping leave you slimy like a slug
stuck inside a city full of filthy and disgust
the pinnacle of people still sticky and corrupt
this that 06 lil wayne guerilla in 03
a level like heath ledger before he od
i’m brown on both cheeks loud when the ‘tron speaks
never answer calls that could come from a phony
i’m estranged with they essence they presence i present
the most spectacular sensation to ever ascend
and yes this is diabolic never dry like tropics
i’m on my third eye optics seen prophets turn profits
off the cosmic beyond it or plutonic
lost like locke locked by our losses
it’s silly to me
i’m shocked by all the thunder and the wonders i seen
where are we headed, what do you dream
is there point in progression, when do you sleep
how did i become, who are you to me
why i got so many questions with no remedy
lost in this emotion lost in the mystique
bluer than her truer self i seem to dream so bleak
off somewhere next lost along the path
wander till i ponder on a train or on the tracks
everybody nice stay clean stay faithful
maybe i have been doomed to be fateful

- spitty

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