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letra de rhythm&poetryii - teddy tesla

[verse 1]

rhythm and poetry, round ii
lately i’m feeling soulbound to
become a king so i’m a be it
f-ck around i might clown you
cliche bars aside, time for my stars to shine
any other rapper is lyin’, he’ll take a scar to his pride
how you have all the power in the world but still fail like jafar when he died
speaking of genies, rose like a phoenix so if it gets a little dark it’s alright
last tape i started this ride, though we just starting to rise
i’m as different from then as a chihuahua’s bark and his bite
laughing at you from the other end of the room, the farrest of sides
f-ck the stars and the stripes, wouldn’t deserve me on my darkest of knights
i landed in kent with a heat ray mouth but still feel like clark when he flies
would go back to mars with a ride, but my ships got no lift, i’m in in the bar till i die
even if there is sp-ce, uber’s s-xist, i’ll tell those cars to go by
vote with your dollar, so you should try giving my wallet a holler
not out here pretending like all these fake ballers, they ain’t even globetrotters
i’ve been all around the map but still feel jealous when i look at snap
and see people vacationing and posting about where they at
they call them stories but they’re really just pictures with no context
so our imaginations run wild and make it a contest
they catching all their dreams, they’re mr. mercedes
i need all their things, so somebody please pay me
because i’m gonna need everything eventually
in a high castle but my tower’s ebony
they look like evony, lying about what they really are
watching boxes of the office at home, but i’m really stars
really far from these fake lames with their silly bars
think they’re close to the heat like mercury, turns out they’re really mars
these trash rappers don’t stop, and then call it believing
go get a job so you don’t have to borrow from your girl to go out in the evenings
before you confuse my meaning for becoming a weed man
work on bettering yourself, read the news and do your own thinking
how you gonna get your money long when the only huey you know is freeman
you think you’re able to, just because you’re tryna be a clone of the weeknd
your career deserves a period, your mences is leaking
offensively speaking, your bars sound like you’re mentally queefing
i am a god they should study me in seminaries
b-tches lying down around me feels like pet cemetery
lobster dinners every week, no wonder why i’m living larry
rubbers and some grey goose, courtesy of timmy’s fairies
give her that guava juice, she ate my giant snake like it was birthday cake
like my girls obtuse, thick waist, watch that chocolate shake
always down for some head, guess i’m living under the dome
she can’t stand when i don’t text, tell her i’m in a dead zone
or got a dead phone, cause the truth would cause her misery
but i don’t play that i’m more will.i.am than tennessee
my flavor profile is peanut b-tter cookies mixed with hennessy
looking at the new wave of rappers, and i’m the only ten i see
they too busy catching cases like lobby boys at the grand budapest
and couldn’t form a straight line if the path was too narrow for two abreast
when it comes to great lines, i’m giving you like two a breath
but they’ll deny anything these days, even jewish deaths
mexicans and muslims looking at each other like who is next?
will kanye call the camps a choice too in all his foolishness?
dragon energy sounding a lot like tiger blood
society looking a lot like the last year the tigers won
won’t stop till it all burn like where the tigers from
sh-t is a lot scarier than bears, lions and tigers, huh?
these days you f-ck around and you’re accidentally famous
i put all of this intention in, but i’m still nameless
dc kid just trying to become a list
find me on spotify i’m making playlists
but not really cause i’m stealing rappers beats
yeah you sounded good but that would be better if that was me

[verse 2]
been on this 7 track sh-t, i was copied by yeezy
back when i was lazy this sh-t was so easy
finished sloth in like a month, writing this for a year
and i can’t cut any songs, cause i want all the ears
this girl wanted something to dance to, i ain’t write it yet
need a whole tape bout why trump ain’t indicted yet
i hear these double albums, scorpions with no sting
filler to get you more plays so you can claim king
captain hook don’t have to k!ll his darlings? neither do i
disses from these rappers i’ve sonned? don’t need to reply
multimedia guy, renaissance man
pushing past regulators to do all that i can
feeling like an outsider, all these hobbies new to me
but i’m scared of missed opportunities
focusing on the wrong sh-t on the wrong day
but i’ll walk a mile for this green, that’s a long way
a firestarter taking a stand of desperation
carrying a bag of bones to my eventual destination
my talisman turns into a full on skeleton crew
that just means you’re f-cked if we’ve got a bone to pick with you
and that’s everybody, can’t even watch local rap
without imagining getting chlamydia, faking the clap
uncomfortable during awards because i think everyone’s meant for me
and every time i meet a smart, pretty girl i think it’s meant to be
i ain’t buddhist but i’m living different lives mentally
daydreaming about somewhere out in italy
or colorado sun shining down on the snow
get a house in the bay and build with the bros
j-panese complex and fill it with hoes
i just want the quiet family life, like the homie clint
like this mixtape, life is a marathon, not a sprint

- teddy tesla

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