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letra de weirdo - the neverending mixtape

[verse 1: slbls]
your attention please
i’ve been writing records since and far from elementary
normal’s not a word that anyone should use to mention me
weirdo from the way i socialize to how i pen to beats
i’m an oddball with some wild parts
i’ve been told off for my flawed thoughts
always held on
never gone soft
got my own style and it goes hard
not a small dog with a doll bark
got goat h-rns with a wolf’s jaws
make ‘em all fawn on their own songs
they would haha but were so wrong
i full stop, put ‘em on spot
how i came up at the tip top
i don’t let go and that’s why not
cause it’s hip-hop and a weirdo is an icon

[verse 2: stan forreal]
might just let go, a nice prosecco
b-tch i’m art dеco
echo
hopping all the fences, sеcond adolescence
this an open letter to the cold and defenseless
i’m old and i’m restless, holding the best sh-t
close to my chest, hope i don’t get arrested
hopelessly fly, y’all know i arrived
naked truth sting like smoke in the eye
jittery liturgies but i spit it clean
off-kilter i filter the symphonies
through illicit means, do it differently
beat breakage all like a can of twisted tea
learn your history, it’s the libertine
living off of chicken sandwiches and misery
i improvise, with the silken wine
no stilted lines, that’s so ill-advised
i splinter the timber of silver pines
cruising, going stupid in vanilla skies
you say life’s a b-tch, you say life’s a hoe
you say you might get rich
you say you might go broke
[verse 3: 724x]
man, we been moving real militant
i swear that ever since
trayvon died, man we’ve been looking for zimmerman
don’t roll solo, cause yolo, you better send a friend
revenge is cold but that hoe is sweeter than cinnamon
tell me just where you’ve been again, so i can find you
wit protect cannot hide you, and the place you reside too
only matter of time boo, ‘fore we bringing the nine through
you’ve been crossin, allow me to realign your spine
with dope rhymes and crimes and cosigns
the blind near coastlines is blimey
remind you
that jfk was the president and he still dead
man i’ll revive you and make you wish you were still dead

[verse 4: man of met]
no death will i make a profit off
but when my project drops, sh-t is hot like a molotov
by comparison, the way your songs bomb
you could make it long haul at a raytheon job
heavy when i drop, mark henry off the top
got ‘em saying where’s the mass native’s latest, bet it’s hot
rap labels better watch
got the game leashed like i’m taking it on walks
i’m the greatest, full stop
rappers that have heard of me have the urge to murder me
cause my reach verbally is jordan’s leap vertically
so it’s occurred to me, maybe take precautions
like easing up on people that are phony and dishonest
but it’s tricky when you’re flowing like a faucet
and you’re tryna get exposed like the bones in your closet
man of met, fresh off the dome, no off switch
and closer with his migos than cardi and offset

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