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letra de #tru 16 - splytsecond

[verse]
this is it now i’ma hit yall with legit style murdering sound
that is dropping you on ya inside of your phone and your pocket is on
so that you hipped out
cause i spit wild like a sick hound
whenever splyt frown and the clip pound with a fist pound
that’d leave you looking like rihanna when she got hit round by chris brown
i do believe this sk!ll is less important in life
but i take your pumpkin patch head of ya shoulders
so you could be the headless horse
when finally a pen to slay
when it happens pan away
put the people that like my music in this bonfire of bars
that’s how handle flames
even if your lies consisted in just your album
hold on your box of tissues while i pan for we could take a deep beat close but not is fine
and if even if you robbed the gold bank and dipped toils in lava
and used it to put the cup surface past viet
then your bars still wouldn’t be as hot as mine
murder get set
the level of sk!ll is how we determine respect
i would consider it a lyrical miracle the number of syllables
that are conserved in a breath like ya
i keep jerking em with the hundred clip
and deserve all of the ways that’d be practical
all they doing the same
you could’ a been the hottest rapper dead or alive
never lie now they lie cause it just burnt to the death
my sk!lls are growing at an exponential rate
making my mark like a graffiti artist with a proven stencil
there’s nothing for me to reach in my pocket and pull the pencil
even after the lyrical solder you still have been some of full potential

- splytsecond

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