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letra de my little pony - the dead can rap

[intro: mike ladd]
you know who i am though anyway, you know
the king of what? the king of style

[verse 1: mike ladd & remi rough]
history is filthy
so many my little ponies with razor blades and aks no irony lost
this generation ain’t shocked by a godd-mn thing, me neither
curing fever for change with boots and a rock through windows
i got correctible mandibles handling planets for alien animals
deemed unmanageable by capital cannibals still handling hannibal
long after byzantium changed the languages
judea paying damages payment plan tragic
two thousand years assault by savages
re-salvaging scavenging mythology in the place of history
the final human tragedy you mad at me?
yeah you mad at me but you can’t get mad at my family
i blame the old romans and the catholics b
five-star n-z-s you tasties
slipping out my urethra easily
deep inside your eyes you blind b-tches (dead can rap)
f-ckin’—

[verse 2: remi rough]
see i’m the type of guy who brings an apple to a gunfight
i only complain if this sh-ts not getting done right
enter the dragon now i’m entering a bun fight
i’ll check the seasoning i’m hooked after just one bite
mentally i’m shaky but i’m still feeling alright
just a little nervous like a vampire is to sunlight
i didn’t like that dude i had to press the unlike
i know it’s awkward but we’re still having fun right?
tv playing like an opera with more violence
yeah, i’m feeling angry but i still prefer the silence
i can hear the buzzing through electrical pylons
walks just like a queen but she still laddered her nylons
krylon, wet look, iron on patch book
feasting on fat hooks, delivering some bad looks
what you took? you shook the whole earthquake you fake
taking a break to make and m-st-rbate
chaturbate, dislocate the mandate
whatever
and unicorns are just horses with h-rns
[spoken: malik ameer]
see this is just semi like what i would call it, but if i really get into it and start camouflaging it i don’t think you even be able to read it—

[verse 3: malik ameer]
huh? can’t swipe or scan this
born brandless, banished from the metropolis
nothing’s monotonous, all i got is this
one-way ticket to heliopolis
nine-hour hangover wit’ a layover in moscow, no nautilus
phoenicians breedin’ with bredrin of the oculus
moloch-hop, hip ripped out the socket, who’s detachin’ me?
translucent mutants recruitin’ faculty to out-black me
i’m crimson orphan of annie, “notice me god, are you okay?”
“pass the orenthal until ornette calls j’, all we hear is”
inner ear, thinner fears, no king appears
stephen leavin’ a beer for sekhmet & old queers
beauford & vivien goin’ mérovingien on hearts
as the market gasps, milarepa never laughs
thoth tossed the stash, bonds, coins, bit
flashes of saffron nights in empty lightnin’ in thebes
all we got is debt and this useless post traumatic rapper disease

- the dead can rap

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