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letra de the killshot - tay tantra

[verse 1]
step to the plate, straight lyrical ninja
pick up the ink, paint a radical picture
pick up the slack, pull it back, let it hit ya
snap back – dynamical scripture
when i speak, i command attention
freak, no leash, call an intervention
f-ck the rules, i’ma break and bend them
squeeze the prey while spraying venom
linguistic misfit, i spit holistic
i speak sick truth, it’s a little bit wicked
lyrically gifted, spiritually lifted
brain’s insane, pretty clear that it’s twisted
empathy has me always feeling conflicted
i see both sides, both villain and victim
a lack of love – it’s the same conviction
memory’s shot from all the pain inflicted
pain engrained, dusted, encrusted
life’s a crazy b—h, i’m feelin’ rambunctious
little coconut keener than mustard
tantalizing, sweet as a musk stick
herb and spice, i serve it up rustic
take the pressure, but keen to combust it
fire inside, it’s why i beat up and bust it
due to explode, i haven’t even erupted
[hook]
lost in the crowd, bet they hear me now
said i was a joke, bet they hear me now
ghost to the g.o.a.t., bet they hear me now
bet they hear me now

lost in the crowd, bet they hear me now
said i was a joke, bet they hear me now
ghost to the g.o.a.t., bet they hear me now
bet they hear me now

[verse 2]
come down like a raindrop, like a sunset
no serotonin, i’m moaning “are we done yet?”
heavy on my mind, heavy on my chest
smoke in the room, loud weed and it’s pungent
long list of sh-t i just haven’t done yet
i feel reluctant, forget the subject
voices in my head bangin’ like a drum set
one minute i’m happy, the next i’m upset
so, i start the day, dressed in armour
got a two-hand grip on a new katana
i remember love, i remember laughter
then it washed away like a sand mandala
feigning for escape, looking for nirvana
i want to emanc-p-te myself from samsara
harness my power and go even harder
become my own knight in that shiny armour
i speak in capitals, i write tactical
i flip the switch – i’m not a vegan, i’m a cannibal
i eat ’em up like an underfed animal
rhymes are flammable, supernatural
they go vertical, i go diagonal
say that i’m the future with a flow so classical
diabolical, dynamical
first name free, surname radical
[hook]
lost in the crowd, bet they hear me now
said i was a joke, bet they hear me now
ghost to the g.o.a.t., bet they hear me now
bet they hear me now

lost in the crowd, bet they hear me now
said i was a joke, bet they hear me now
ghost to the g.o.a.t., bet they hear me now
bet they hear me now

[verse 3]
heart of a hippie, sore neck like a metalhead
poor some whiskey, i drink straight like a gentleman
live fast, i’m addicted to adrenaline
trust in the power of love and plant medicine
divine feminine, white ketamine
i am to you as tesla was to edison
i invented it, you might be getting lit
but i influenced half the s–t that you ever did
f-ck war, i’m current like a/c
spit like a snake, go down in history
sweet honeybee, i’ll float down the stream
but i won’t hold back if the try to stop me
i spray bars they go far, known to go hard
after dark on my own in the boneyard
no diploma, bright persona
alter ego little two headed cobra
[hook]
lost in the crowd, bet they hear me now
said i was a joke, bet they hear me now
ghost to the g.o.a.t., bet they hear me now
bet they hear me now

lost in the crowd, bet they hear me now
said i was a joke, bet they hear me now
ghost to the g.o.a.t., bet they hear me now
bet they hear me now

[verse 4]
i’m the new emperor watch me get my groove on
i smoke ten bongs then i write a new song
flow with the pen it don’t take me too long
then i go for a run with my f–kin’ jewels on
feel it in my soul, feel it in my chest
feel it in the air now they’re banging on their necks
it’s the little things in life that make it the best
kick flips and tricks and skatin’ on the decks
blazed all day, passin’ js to the left
blazed, not phased, with my mates on the sesh
playin’ games in the rain, takin’ bets
and we do it all the same when our brains a mess
when it comes to rap, i don’t sleep or rest
i don’t cheat or steal, i still beat the test
i don’t take advice, i don’t take no meds
maybe i should – i smoke ‘dro instead
it’d be a d-mn shame if i don’t lift off
i’ve got the crunch, said i’m yum like biscoff
ask my ex, i got him p–sed off
b-lls in my palm, wear his d–k like a wristw-tch
says he’s in love – i don’t give a f–k
too busy, i’m focused on hip-hop
mark my spot with the jaws of a big croc
this is- this is the k!llshot

- tay tantra

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