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letra de kill it - t.a.n.r.

[verse 1]
the last of a dying breed
because we all spit that aids
murking beats and rappers
sending artists to their graves
i stay loyal to the game
spitting hot bars, and i
never been a sell out
but i’m trying to get paid
i spray that lysol
and clean house on these rappers
then feed you some info
crave music like a nympho
dissers trying to duck me
now these rappers playing limbo
see right through you haters like
i’m looking out a window
every word is a symbol
i hope you get the message i deliver
like 10-4
my lyrics are a movie
man this track is so eventful
best rapper alive
trying to keep in full stride
i school these other mcs
better check my credentials
you can’t survive without my flow
the lyrics are essential
the flow is so nasty
like fabolous’s dental
the spit is not for rental
so never ever ask me, i go berserk on a beat
i go mental with a pencil!

[hook]
beat went ham, so i k!lled it
spit been ill, and i had the antidote
but i spilled it. you are listening to realness
and i school wack rappers
like i take ’em on a field trip

[verse 2]
rappers wonder how i change up the style
because the bars be so long, they stretch out for 8 miles
time to turn up the dial
to the spicy from the mild
remember the flow’s grown and i’m teenage child
i’m walking barefooted, the flo is so cold
that it’s gotta be made from tile
squash another rapper, start to make a pile
time to take over the game because my time is now
i’m wild. check my style. because i’m ill, and i spill
these bars are cereal (serial) they k!ll
put the game to sleep like benadryl, heal these other rappers
illness with a pill. correction: a capsule
reveal a new testament like the book of matthew
other mcs have no point in life, like gnats do
i’m just trying to be the best there is
like the new england pats do
i had to try and elevate my game
but i promise when i’m done rap won’t be the same…

[hook x2]

[verse 3]
uh, illmatic spit, savage spitting cancerous
revive hip-hop? yeah homie this a last attempt
never been a wack rapper, hip-hop is glory
bask in it
make a song a hit
with an everlasting nasty pitch
nas lied when he said hip-hop died
it was buried alive. so i scurry to strive
murder rhymes and lines with clean diatribes
multiplied by the instrumentals that i bring alive
nowadays rappers don’t understand lyricism
the rappers with the dope flow face criticism
make a song about weed, you could go mainstream
lie about selling crack, you could ride in maybachs
i’ll never say that, i’ll never make a fake track
i k!ll beats, late tracks as clean as ajax
the future of hip-hop, i’ll take that
and my mind’s so far gone
i’m never on my way back

[hook x3]
[beat break down]
[hook]

- t a n r

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