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letra de prototype - the social contract

[intro – miko x]
yo, this beat is pretty dope
you know what to be honest it might be dope if y’all could talk and the mic pick up like some back ground chat or some shit so y’all can just- y’all don’t have to be quiet

live from the star room

yeah yeah yeah yeah

[pre-verse]

my name is, my name is miko x
no disrespect to other n—– put you in check
i wreck the set, i wreck the set
protect ya neck
wet
yeah

[verse]

listen
if i only had three minutes to live
i would reach inside my ribs and tear my heart out
cause nothing really ends the way it start out
you gave me a script but shit n—- i ain’t gotta play the part out
i ain’t an actor
just an attractive b-st-rd battlin’ p-ssive laughter p-ssin’ a buddha to my shooters in my inner circle
my men’ll hurt you
take your rep and burn the turf you
growin’ as a child, they wild
a hot n—- never mild
stop figuring that just because i smile, everything good with me
if everything was good i wouldn’t wake up with morning wood and have a bad model chick swallow like i should
thats a problem good n—– shouldn’t have to face
im so nasty when i spit i leave an aftertaste
the aftermath of fighting c-ssius clay
im scrollin’ through my contacts like what chick should i smash today
i know i’m c-cky caught up inside my vanity
so many wishes st. nicholas lost his sanity
my dreams hopes and fantasies
of random fans throwin’ up their hands for me
i rise slow deep but never hollow
i speak the peace on beats and seek to follow
no man
life reminding me of a slow jam
it blinds you with the melodies
and breeze of the seven seas
see trees ahead of me
i tell you it’s heavenly
heavily sedated cause i’m known burn the greatest green plant on this earth
shit, i smoked with my mother first
talk about mother earth
mom (?) puffin strong
every time i’m home, we in the bathroom higher than the fahrenheit of fire
from writing, i won’t retire
cause i trust my pit crew to change my tires
whenever i’m feeling worn out
no amount of money can make you happy you sure bout
that been hearing it all my life but i ignored that
fact cause its fascinating how rap doesn’t act as forever get blasted
just trying to make a fashion statement
(?) half of the m-sses hatin
casually decapitating
p-ssed and yellin rap shit at b-st-rds
we feel the wrath of satan

- the social contract

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