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letra de squadeca beamin cypher - squadeca!

[part i: beamin]

[intro]
mathiastyner

[verse 1: justin hughes]
hold up, i’m beamin’ (ayy, ayy, ayy)
there are some snakes in the grass, and those mo’f-ckers been scheming (uh, yeah)
call that sh-t treason, king of the call when i’m speaking
why you so loud? what’s the reason? sorry, don’t wanna f-ck up your speakers
can you be quiet? i’m on quad’s g*nius, reading (“hey, this is some pretty wise stuff here”)
jk, i’m meming… chipmunk-looking-ass, call you alvin
make you go missing like quadeca’s album (ayy!)
try find my secrets like plankton- haha! could you imagine? all the haters gonna be fans one day
tryna look big on the gram, you’re fake, hold up, man, just wait
if i’m a sheep, you’re a lamb, okay (woah)

[verse 2: cer10]
this the beamin cypher, this light of mine like a beacon, got drive like a lambo truck, i’ll ride the beat, don’t need a reason, um
demons want to me preach theism that isn’t pleasing god, but i don’t play that game, like a pal console with region locks
until my own heart-beating stops, i’m covered by the blood, like a nugget in polynesian sauce
don’t change the station, i keep it on lock, and his grace is amazing, don’t sleep on the rock!
huh, i used to want to be the hottest, now, i realize that’s not where i’m gonna see the profits (uh)
even if the game’ll leave me utterly exhausted, i won’t bury all this talent, it won’t be under me at all, since
i been really blessed, bro, with this gift in mental, i can spit like mississippi; ‘fore i pick up a pencil, let’s go
it’s off the dome, like a quonset hut, then i’m on the run, i take off with amigos like i’m offset’s cuz
honest, bro, i do this for my god above and squadeca! don’t care about how popular
someone is, ’cause i don’t wanna show no favoritism, i just wanna give feedback and tell ’em, “raise your chin up”
peace to my core, i don’t conform to any violent ways, wages of sin is death, but through the cross, he gave me life today
beaming like ultraviolet rays, you’ll be seeing the climate change, i’ma serve up the beat and give you lime to taste, ayy
this life is not defined by any fendi on your bag, it’s done to death, like logic bars ’bout semi-automatics
been a rocky road, shoutout to ntonthetrack, but i can take a punch, whether a lefty or a jab
i don’t shed a teardrop if i’m low on any tier list, i respect any opinion that’s been given, and i hear it
it’s no wonder that i keep improving, ’cause i’m taking criticism, you should peep the movement!
[verse 3: $haun hawkins]
ayy!
lil’ boy, i can see you hating from the window, reload, get low, limbo, i’m so sick with flow
if i got sticks, well, then you get hit with those, got a rocket launcher on the song, ’cause i’m ’bout to explode
implode on rappers, they know that i’m back and i’m back in my bag again
trapping, just stay in your lane, just like i’m doing traffic, i make a diss appear- magic
uh, don’t be talking like you know me, you are just a phony watching my little pony
like you are six, you are just an idiot, tryna get a deal with sony (mathiastyner)
that’s my bad, or not my bad, i’m really not sorry
they say i changed ’cause i dropped everybody, no, you are just lonely and mocking me
get off my property, properly, i might just probably end up just popping gs
they say i said nothing, no, look at my g*nius, obviously
obviously, you can cannot come up with me, you could push a fifty, it really don’t matter
i’m not an actor, i am a rapper

[verse 4: khaithekidd]
hold up, i’m beaming
i’m making hits, you repeat it, best in the game, think i cheated
win every time i’m competing, got everything that you dreaming, become the best or not, nothing between it
ayy, yeah! (“you only got one day to finish this!” i’m dead)
yeah, i carry all these tracks on my back, i got everything these other rappers lack, that’s a fact, uh
this your song? allow me to hijack! bands and fans the only thing that i attract
haters hate on me, then force my tracks to run in laps, no one ever thought that i could spit it fast, yeah
hear me on the track, everybody getting gassed, yeah, you raise the bar, but i easily surpass, yeah
i mop the floor with you, you better call me dax, uh (“really? a janitor bar?”)
don’t even know why i tried, wrote this in three hours, not gonna lie
did it last minute, don’t even know why, i’m gonna make sure i do better next time
yeah, people say that i can’t rap, nah, man, please stop the cap
give me a beat, then i’m gonna snap
[interlude: khaithekidd, sol]
i just want to say thank you to everyone in squadeca!
it’s just an amazing community, and it’s amazing to be here with you guys
bro, that’s cringe!
hold up, i’m beaming, ayy, yeah, hey…

[verse 5: logpog]
been darker than the night, but you’re not getting pardoned, i’m not on the dark side, i think i’m about mid-evil (huh? huh? okay! yeah, ayy!)
but it’s hard to deny that i’m not all bad, y’all ain’t rushing to learn my language, like a stalling grad, what? (yeah, okay, yeah!)
knowledge of my wallet got ’em hopping mad, ’cause i got blue prints, like it’s autocad (huh? huh? yeah!)
kick me out, but i’ll come back, kid, like a canadian band, i applaud you if you give me a hand, what? (okay, okay, huh, huh, huh)
never make demands, i’m just saying what i’m getting, it results in them all stressing over all of my possessions (what? okay, yeah!)
i got cash and i got bands, enough to fund a couple weddings… i have way too much money, honestly (ayy, i do)
if you think i’ll ever learn my lesson, you must be dreaming, ’cause it’s seeming i believe that i’m the peak of any average man or woman (yeah, okay, okay, yeah!)
really shouldn’t say that i’ve got wealth, am i lying to myself? oh! nevermind! (yeah!)
i’m beaming, yeah! (oh-!)

[part ii: instrumental remix]

[outro: ni$h!th]
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

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