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letra de thctv cypher - thctv

[verse 1: nerve]
check it, yuh yuh
another due, ‘nother work non-stop
up in my room bumping tunes til the world nods off
because my city sleeps but my grind doesn’t
try writing rhymes rugged in my mind’s eye while i lie b-gg-red
i’m recycling wax and not bars
so when i tell you that your rhyming is wack and not hard
it’s ’cause you’re failing to enlighten the track
in light of this fact i’m seeing your reside is to reside in the back and slide in the cracks
’cause when i’m trying to scratch don’t ask me where the m-th-f-ckin’ microphone at
i’m likely to snap, slash side to side with an axе
and have you crying for your life while you’rе trying to rap, yuh
nah check it, really i’m a pacifist
i’m just on some aggy sh-t every time i have to spit
grab the wax, bust or scratch with a fractured wrist
and have these cats running laps like they practice sprints

[verse 2: b-tter d]
can’t afford sh-t so i be living in debt
i’m getting cheques but still ticking like a kid with tourettes
these blisters in my skin have risen to the biggest they’ll get
so sh-t, pr-ck it with the pin and let it drip on my legs
sick in the head, respect where it’s due
but never see me sucking up like any elephant do
you feel the energy the second that i step in the room
and if you ain’t with this sh-t you should be f-ckin’ getting a clue
it’s a, indoor pool, you don’t wanna run in this place
something is amiss? then i’ll come bust to make your disc break
i know some c-nts that haven’t got a sh-t taste
like shouts to everyone that’s heard the f-ckin’ mixtape
fresh dude, my sh-t’s great, i’ve let down, my wind break
your friends who have let you put tracks out are insane
your wet tunes are misplaced, your rap sounds like sh-t mate
i’ll send you, “i meant to put trash out on bin day”
[verse 3: nibs]
my eyes realise heading with the time
battered minds, distant worlds, it will shatter kind
paying fines to cater to when i’m making mine
latter rhymes, fascination with those tattered crimes
pattern placement invalidated, they’re gonna paint it
ventilated or penetrated to defecate it
i feel amazing with pen and paper when i’m mandated
i could turn it ’round and then fling a pound of a certain basic
working late on these hurting cases like curving tasers
burning faces with acid whips and there’s no debating
learn the matrix to curb the game in with what you’re playing
so i failed to turn the ladle for all these player haters
giving money to tellers, made [?]
and you don’t know what i mean kid, you m-st-rbate it
driven dummies out the whipping in before our neighbours
i’m elated to follow cain and abel and they all say it

[verse 4: vokal]
99.99 percent of the time
you never find a rapper writing rhymes better than i
i set alight to the night sky
i leave you buried in lies, say goodbye to mr. nice guy
such decrepit disguise until the vibe died
but nothing ever survives without a life line
night time crime as a youth was a necessity
but things had to change because my future was in jeopardy
teenage pregnancies were stressing me out
too young to really even understand what s-x was about
tryna figure how a kid could be a father
had me hit the liquor harder than a sticky-tip pinata
it’s the, harsh questions i’d embark on myself
whenever i would start stressing or a part of me fell
the dealt was too much pressure with the cards i’ve been dealt
but i ain’t ever been the type to start asking for help
[verse 5: wombat]
so this is it, it’s the life i chose puffing a cig
stuck in a trip with a microphone covered in spit
stutter and slip, try to find a flow, nothing will fit
f-ck it i’ll quit, lie and light a cone, bug in it
suddenly think i might die alone, wondering this
coming to grips like it’s time to go, jumping the ship
sunk with the fish while i sigh, i’m so done with this sh-t
chucking a fit like i might explode, cut off the wick
i guess i’m f-cked in the head
couple buds and a sesh as i mumble under my breath
i’m a troubled c-nt and a mess so i double up on my meds
stuck in nothing but stress
and i’ll run amok till i’m dead or become a junkie on meth
and i’ll bug off bugs in my flesh, i’m in the city as i ash a ciggie
see me acting shifty, double back and rack a pack of twisties
dashing quickly, f-ck a taxi ’cause the traffic’s busy
still i’m rapping silly, mad and sh-tty ’til i pack a billy

[verse 6: greeley]
big greelz at the front of the bar
getting cut from the table ’cause i was under it last
too drunk to restart, broken, cool i covered the charge
giving legs and had to split like a sl-t at the bar
but these days i just stick to busting the bars
the tit in these women, stashing skrilla under their bras
i had enough of the laziness, gotta jump in the car
while others will wait and wonder when the bus will depart
i think it’s f-ckin bizarre, all these c-nts are r-t-rds
a glass spilling over the act like the f-cker is half
it’s just another barrage, getting cut off the path
the direction that you’re heading’s just enough to embark
if youse are abused as the governments are
just go get drunk at the park or f-ckin’ strum a guitar
i’ve had enough of these idiots, sick in the gut til i pass
so i’ll continue to build it just for the love of the art

- thctv

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