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letra de ill section - the plague

[verse 1: marv the martian]

slapping birds silly
plague doctors ain’t sh-t
more devastating than when
osama let them planes hit
when i’m spitting to these bars
i start feeling sick
ill so i’m murdering these f-cken beats
i’m cold k!lling it
causing earthquakes
that’s making the ground split
these roughest tremors being sparked
by my drum kits
the throne’s ready for the king
now let me sit
i’m leaving other whack rappers
in the deepest pits
but f-ck this
i’ve had enough of rhyming it i’m through
no biting here
so think twice before you start to chew
my punch lines
they be leaving punks up in comas
more swag than your b-tch’s
caked on f-cken make-over
a lost cause
you just lingering so press pause
grimey -ss kids
that stay’s raw as f-cken shattered jaws
never been about bragging
though i’m bagging toys
no joy when i throw them in
the f-cken trash again
whack rappers babbling
about their flashy rings
golds and diamonds all the time it’s like
replaying the track again
steel concrete and radiation
no variation
i’ve been contained
but still meltdown the insulation
home invasion
bust in with both guns blazing
infestation we plagueing
right past your radio station
first place
at the front of this f-cken race
i’m hitting home runs
while you still stuck on the first base
i’m not sane
if your feeling what i’m saying
wreaking havoc on your flights ho
snakes on a plane
finish off with a bang
spat my slang
and your fame is what i’ve claimed
’cause this mic just got slain b-tch

[verse 2: nyuon]

ill but i ain’t
twisted like your face
scrunched up from the hate
why your eyes all teary
like i shot them up with mace
ha ha now let me laugh for a second
f-ck what you reckon
you such a fake b-tch
i took your chain for a necklace
i kick back with the plague ’cause
i’m so immune
join the the tribune ’cause
it’s the best move
we up in the bas-m-nt spitting top tunes
while you up on that fake sh-t
making f-cked moves
and i’m so, bonkers
honest, socially awkward
if you don’t know me then keep moving forward
you know it, come on kid
you play the game but i go harder
which means i go farther
feeling like coach carter
screaming in my ear for the whole d-mn four quarters
this sh-t is unfair
no cure here
the plague on a deadly path ’til the new year
and if you do hear
about a fake b-tch, send their details to us
’cause we break sh-t

or we’ll send your -ss to uncle nick motherf-ckers!

- the plague

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