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letra de learn truth (rugged man contest) - the action packed mentalist

crackers, let us k!ll it like a ball in traffic
let us f-ck up the language like quadraplegic
let em love let em live let em live it down
lit the spliffs with a fl1ck then we skipping town
drinking in an alleyway, that was daddy’s way
let us howl like a wolf, let us whistle like a ref at a derriere
nappy hair but we’ll rub it regardless
from the bottom of my heart my congrats
and a pit of darkness
and a pint of dark beer and a spliff full of bad dreams
hooked to an iv never hooked on caffeine
not a zombie that keep myself awake
not a vapid product, this is my serenade
this is my swan song, i got sore thumbs
from all the waiting for my shot even though i’m a born god
i’m dying for some recognition
like mart eden confused by the mechanisms

lies like soap have shown to be a gold mine
f-ck an old head f-ck a rapper and a cosign
f-ck a dope line let’s make a dope song
one more one more man i’m a proton
in the morgue pay my foes a visit
barely ever home my baby bro is distant
ain’t no different from the motherf-cking dad i hate
no time to miss him motherf-ckers there’s a path to pave
[scr-pe bait] so i take hits to the face
that’s crazy to say now but when the neurons in your head
is twisted like a maze and no way to escape i guess it makes sense
to numb all your senses don’t look in the mirror
ashes to ashes, phoenix to my river
bleedings in the liver live for the drank
against all odds bukowski to my hank
shawshank redemption she dog my advances
she loves my light heart but she hate my black trances
cos the world get cold i darken i’m gone
breathe in the air exhale a storm

unpolished, unapologetic
apollo pulled up had me kidnapped
tainted windows up had me spit raps
wouldn’t let me go even though we were stuck in traffic
tackled all my skeletons to h-ll with them
had a spark when i started but now it’s all heartless
a h-ll of a ride but no stairway to heaven
we’re all alone i can’t care bout no rapping

i can’t care about no shmurda i can’t care about no drill
when the shadows come and they bite you and they choke you
and they know they’ll win
you gotta face the terror
queens swallowed hairpins but you’re an emperor
either wino or suicide
either dying or a ruined life
a beat poet that wished he was d-ckensian
the dream died today this the requiem

my head so heavy at birth it caused an earthquake
80s gold chains weighing on vertebrae
definition of a writer no halo for my daddy
no payroll for mama no rainbow for the ending

- the action packed mentalist

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