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letra de the purist - substance810

[verse 1: substance810]
the burner is bilingual call it french toast
catch 6 if you cross the line, like a end zone
rhymin with the touch of midas like my pens gold
when the poles removed, you lay flat, like a tent folds
i heard your album, no heat like the vents closed, i been cold
every time i write it, it’s 30 below
you not like us, we gas up and we hit the road
i don’t repeat myself, i’m gettin old
in any times, rest assured i’m gettin mine
with a 9 to 5 or with a 9, get in linе
i should be happy, but i’m dead inside
lotta dark thoughts in my hеad at night
you once had it but you overzealous
i’m willin to put the work in i know there’s levels
you gotta know that you might not see ya golden medals
so i just body every beat, here hold this shovel

[hook x2]
you can save all ya rah rah and hardy har har
i ain’t tryna laugh all i’m tryna hear is bars
all i’m tryna hear is bars
all i’m tryna hear is…

[verse 2: substance810]
the purist, proper taste like a keurig
gathering lyrics from the greats all inside my spirit
once again allow me to provide the feelin, buckle up ya seat belt if you ridin with it
i rhyme appealin, my mind is different
i spark a l and write a line a minute, manufacture dope i stay inside the kitchen
from the future, it may not be ya time to get it
there’s still a lot left unsaid that i forgot to mention
what is you senseless?
before all the masks and the social distance, i been sick
somebody call the doc, more precise lines than a parking lot
i’m all over the place, you ain’t left the block
well cultured, i’m on ya food like a vulture
loud blunts and henny mimosas
this my contribution to the culture
i think i’ll stick around give you more of it, i’m sure of it
[hook x2]
you can save all ya rah rah and hardy har har
i ain’t tryna laugh all i’m tryna hear is bars
all i’m tryna hear is bars
all i’m tryna hear is…

[verse 3: estee nack]
ayo, running texas ranger, danger, one in the chamber
pistol smoking like it’s joe frazier
black man, he come from asia
split your face up with the razors
playing big i’ll make him switch his mother f-ckin behavior
word to body bag, allen ave with my n-ggas
covering face, gettin some bread kid
f-ck is you talking bout “we gon make ends”
played the vegas strip with my friends
earning figures and wages since before the age of 10
grey benzes, you n-ggas ain’t men
nah, my n-gga, you lacking bases end up dead in your bas-m-nt
make em go to great lengths
cover tracks, making sure they ain’t mentioned
we talk sl!ck venom, flavor denims
exotic with the pot of flake blendin
menacin man, emphatically, yes
turnin ’em up 22 degrees
on the 3rd and 6th informational, the world is a circle, it’s burnin sticks
servin swift, i’ll dip
nervous and twitching, i’m blinking like the cursor hit em
a fiend lit a cig, no longer sick
after taste is dirty mix
blurry vision with the serious gift
you n-ggas ill-equipped
i’m in the kitchen, wrist twistin
rich b-tches and miracle whip
[hook x2]
you can save all ya rah rah and hardy har har
i ain’t tryna laugh all i’m tryna hear is bars
all i’m tryna hear is bars
all i’m tryna hear is…

- substance810

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