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letra de heavyweight - tekneek (uk)

[verse 1: tekneek]
don’t fight with the master, claiming my [?] nights in the [?]
taking shortcuts straight to the top like blacks in the barber
my rhymes are as sharp as glass knives, you know i’m k!lling your clan
like ups [?], you’ve got no deliveryman
remember, i’m heavy and [?], i bet the mic’s never gone back
’cause i’m apathetic and selfish like every demigod track
when i’m battling manic features on my [?]
then i pull something [?] of thin air like [??]
spit your worthless verses and be sent quick to the coronеr
you couldn’t spell ‘curtains’ for me like a dyslеxic foreigner
i’m the [?] remoria, so hot – when rapping my rhymes
you could get a thermometer and watch as it rapidly rise
you test me, ’cause tek be the mc mcs envy
don’t stress me with your empty petty threats, or get me vexxed, please
you best expect beef – nothing to say, just hunting my prey
a running battle with me battling you while you’re running away
i come for the top title, you better get your act together like judges on ‘pop idol’
i publicly blocked rivals
and when i drop vinyl i come with bars that [?] ya
always been under par, since your father started molesting ya
mcs couldn’t even beat me with the best rhyme written
they [?] need a tlc when i leave them with a left eye missing
bound to be burnt to a crisp but i’m the only golden wonder
you won’t rap no more, i’m the man that battled thor and stole his thunder (gimmie that)
[hook: tekneek]
i’m a heavy thinker, heavy smoker and a heavy drinker
heavy hitter, you already know that i’m a heavy spitter
i guess that makes me heavyweight
i guess that makes me heavyweight
i guess that makes me heavyweight, heavyweight, what
i’m a heavy thinker, heavy smoker and a heavy drinker
heavy hitter, you already know that i’m a heavy spitter
i guess that makes me heavyweight, heavyweight, heavyweight
i guess that makes me heavyweight

[verse 2: tekneek]
yo, you ain’t battling a rapping cannibal, but believe i’ll eat you alive
attacking like a savage animal that needs to feed to survive
tekneek will be your demise, if rappers step in the [?] whack, f-ck that
i drop the mc like hammers attempting comeback
i deliver my best lines high as a skyscr-per
make you eat your words, so next time write your rhymes on rice paper
you f-cks are soft and have bare trouble dropping raps
the gloves are off like a bare knuckle boxing match
i have the baddest manners, stabbing daggers
hacking katanas in the backs of whack f-ggots, catching cadavers
i’m so sincere, [?] rappers murdered this year
i told you it’s over, your whole career crashed and burned like a [?]
it’s plain; i face charges for making fakes pray the pain passes
coming quicker off the cuff than the greatest escape artist
mr. tek’s the sickest yet, my cleaver slashing limbs to shreds
but first i’m skinning victims so i can meet their families in the flesh
you’re in distress, so why make me act worse?
i thought i warned you to belt-up, like ‘drive safely’ adverts
i plan to destroy mans who stand in my [voicespan?]
and leave ’em feeling blue like they were fans of a boy band
[?] and morbid in coroner stories
when bodies are brought in and doctors are shocked at the corpses
it’s not forgotten – the torn limbs, it haunts him
causing nausea at the thought of the deformed forms he saw before him!
[hook]
i’m a heavy thinker, heavy smoker and a heavy drinker
heavy hitter, you already know that i’m a heavy spitter
i guess that makes me heavyweight
i guess that makes me heavyweight
i guess that makes me heavyweight, heavyweight, what
i’m a heavy thinker, heavy smoker and a heavy drinker
heavy hitter, you already know that i’m a heavy spitter
i guess that makes me heavyweight, heavyweight, heavyweight
i guess that makes me heavyweight

- tekneek uk

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