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letra de threat - sterling

[verse]

yeah..
i am the greatest in the making understand that off the bat
so write downs these facts
opposite day is the only time you’ll hear that i’m whack
even then i’ll kill tracks
i’m the 2015 version of coffee black
all the things that you lack
jesus with pro tools a mic and some rhymes and a mac
it’s the savior of rap
ace i’m a king and my queen make yours look like a jack
and her -ss so fat
my squad is filled with some lions i’m talking big cats
y’all some snakes and some rats
brain is so bright it’ll blind that’s why i wear a hat
still it shines through the cracks
i’m about what i spit and dawg you just like to act
benjamin afflack
get on the track, i attack like ya boy was a j-p drop bombs like i’m hittin pearl harbor
get in booth and make cut after cut after cut, you swear that the kid is a barber
tracks i’m a mutant, sharp like i’m wolverine but i’m not talkin bout that school in ann arbor
i got the sauce like my first tarter
do it big elephant but no barbar

[hook x2]

i been stayin on my grind
nine to nine
gettin mine
come to me with shots and i send em flyin
cauley stein
all the shine
cuz my rhymes
droppin mines
palestine
cuz i’m goin for the kill
i ain’t lyin
not benign

[verse 2]

4 in the morn i ain’t sleep yet
copy like an ink jet
man just gettin my feet wet
you ain’t go future you sh-t whack
ain’t no respect for that n-gg- cuz he wept
had a bad chick when you came in but she left
look like a reject
she on cuz she know that we next
she c-mmin first like a prefix
and then it’s me next
swear that this livin a reflex
ballin out don’t need no heat check just p-ss me the rock and you know that i’m scorin
talk to the eagle, the pigeon, the hawk and the cardinal i know that they’ll all say that i’m soarin
man rather watch the c-span than a mic in your hand, cuz your flow is oh so so borin
gave the club nyquil cuz they all be snorin
wake up for me cuz they know i’m important
sound so imported from galaxies unknown to man
i’m palming the game with one hand
killin the mic and i’ll confess it on the stand
write cl-ssics a rappin ayn rand
drop nukes like syria north korea and iran
i’m cold with the green no iceland
risin up summer temps in sudan
while you just sinkin like you in quick sand

[hook]

- sterling

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