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letra de take - stormitive

“here wait, i have to turn it down a little actually..alright!
alright, yo, what’s up! wait, did i tell you my rap name yet?
oh, it’s stormitive. yeah, it’s kind of cool, right?
and it can be shortened to, like, stormy
yeah…i’m gonna leave that part in
alright, nah, hold up, hold up…alright,”

taking my time with this sound wave invasion
i’m black, white, asian, and red-faced like vacationers
forgot the sunblock because i’m son-blocked, daughter-blocked
not responsible, not irresponsible, not not
responsible either, special feature, i’m a creature
kind of like a teether, test things in my mouth in rhyming meter
chew words up like i’m a bubblegum eater, not a chewer
once it’s in my mouth, it’s going through the tubes, sir
nah i’m just playin, just rhymin, just lying
little white lies disguise themselves and pry themselves open
swallowed my gum like i’m choking……
my shop is open and the products that we’ve got
are toothpaste flavored ice cream and lotion
and i’m low key knowing none my freaks like that mint flavor
prefer the chocolate savor, save me from these normie vapers, cya later!
i’m a hipster in with the ice cream dismissers
in with the nice dream wishers, sweet dreams, sweet blisters
from the young reckless acts we done, except now we back to normies, son
i don’t like the phrase normies, now i’m not saying it none
least for the rest of this song, this rap, this poem
this gas that is consistently exiting from my extended throat
n-body knows what i’m thinking, what i’m drinking
what i’m wearing, infer from my words that i am just caring
lighten up your life, b-tter up the knife
before i slice my toast
i must be hungry son, i must be the non-sequitur rap goat
i must be the laughing stock of all the acting fastly poes
who rap p-ssively hoping that some famous dude will take note
send them a message saying, “dear lil whatever, i love your freakin playlist
i’m naked, i just got hot from all of that fire you’ve been baking
and i’m going to fly you out to where i stay, no payment
needed on your end because i want our hand shaking
to represent our new bond where i put you on the radio
maybe though, not sure if you’re ready for the lady, yo
the rap game’s a beach, full of little grains of sand
unpredictable fans, sometimes they want good rap but
then other times all they care about is lame party music
i’m through with it; i love your deep stuff, it’s such a stupid gift
toothpicks, use it, look fresh fore i put your face up on a magazine
i’m imagining you making me money, sonny, funny how i’m typing all of this
and you might miss it, might say no, i won’t be livid
but if you’re about this life, look at that reply b-tton and hit it
signed, a big kid who made a bunch of bread from little kids.”
anyway, what was i just rapping about, potatoes?
hit me with some mayo, hit me with some sriracha sauce, eyyo
ok though, honestly, this is so off task that if i put this song out
i’m going to need a mask to cover my face and hide my shame
no room in the rap game for a b-mbling idiot, a b-mbling stumbling individual
whose goals are like the bacteria that cause bad breath all the time, residual
kids who’ll listen to this probably gon say what?
adults are gon say this generation sucks, it’s full of nuts who don’t know nothing
well, guess what, here’s a fact, i started off by saying i’m asian, white, and black
and out of all my ramblings, those lines from your mind were not erased
because our conversations about race are somewhat of a disgrace
it’s understandable to have alignments, preferences, and biases
but segregation is over, let’s hug it out like that cactus said on gumball
all the tongues fall, all the lungs withdraw air quicker than the quickest sprinters
because of gasping, i’m just laughing, i’m just constantly loving, not hugging
not risking upsetting someone over nothing, i’m a p-ssive punk
possessor of m-ssive junk like that chair i took from off the side of the road that
one time i was just walking slow, yeah, well, take that scene and visualize it
take that, whoever’s listening to my peculiar bias, and do try this, rapping is a fun activity
missing me, that’s how i feel before i start whittling all these thoughts in my head
i can do it before i’m dead and i can do it on a paper, a rock, my huge thought bubble toolshed
not that i’m smaat, not that i’m being a braggart, but i’m thinking quite often, intellectual not intalligent. nothing i said is rawlevant, but all your time was just taken, i’m head shaking
but here we are, another musical vacation, another musical break
take me, take mine, take my words, take my soul, take my money, take my time, take my rhymes, take my goals, take my light, take my darkness, take my wines, take my boasts, take my laughs, take my cr-p, take my fat, take my jokes, take my water, take my fire, take my earth, take my eyes, take my ears, take my attention, take my truth, take my lies
take me out to dinner and watch me shake my steak before i eat it, ok, i’m practically defeated
take this last bar and think about this word that i repeated, take

“i had it in mind when i wrote it, but…
alright…yeah, i’m gonna have to get some water after this or something.”
“i’ll get you some.”
“alright”

- stormitive

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