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letra de extraordinary - the way i be

only thing that’s extra is the ordinary, flexin but you don’t deserve the merit, zone aware of all the phonies near it, flowin poem spirit known to keep the songs appearin

track list played backwards has a story in it

y’all wack kids stay actin, like your only role is d-ck ridin, and cheer-leadin

b-tch i’m tryna see some real leadin

trump still tweetin

got me leakin chumps bills, bleedin

y’all best believe it

really i feel it’s misleading, ..

they say then, you best be leavin

sh-t, when i get into the beat i treat my sk!ll like a heat seeking rocket propelled grenade

but i don’t curve away from where i aim

i stay increasin, and releasin my game

unleashing the phrase, life is kinda like a inne minne miney maze paper chase, this gotta be somethin other than a hungry money craze, tho yo so sharpen your knife or your blade, start treatin yo life like the way it was made, i never bite, i’m excitin the flame, enticin and nicen, deciding to style and enlighten they find it insane, frighten them off of the stage, then broaden my range, shorten my reins, i got a hold of the way, he told me yo, why they all flowin the same? i really don’t know, they diction is lame, they deranged you can tell by the sh-t that they say in the song, can count em on one hand, like drugs, money, hoes, braggadocio, so what? couldn’t tell you, no stance-sub, that’s the sh-t i’m getting rid of, those violatin, gettin written up, pressin charges up in the bars and kickin knowledge, cuz real is hard, and the fake is soft, i don’t get involved with the faint of heart, so the sentence strong, and it made a mark, this sh-t is difficult to pick apart, i drop in the zone, then i’m flowin get it started, i’m sick of the bullsh-t, over the lies, i still remain focused, smokin the laud, i rip it and charge, chords and bars, get to the core of the problems at large, focus, never hopeless, flow so sick, like the globe is, sh-t, system isn’t open, it’s a closed loop, yet we still pollutin, and ruinin it, robbin and lootin the sh-t til it’s no longer suited to live, so much is beautiful, rich, full of the fruits of existence, to this, you best pay attention, don’t take it for granted the planet is whimperin, chemical composition in the f-ckin sky gettin altered to benefit stock rise, a bunch of f-ckin greedy white guys, gettin paid millions of dollars to disseminate lies, through the media, people are quick to buy, i don’t believe the hype, i’m spittin my vision, and givin a glimpse to the blind, and with it a piece of mind, committed to get em to feel the vibe, riddlin sentences.., leavin em hype, bringing the soul to the dull, with a powerful shine, resoundin and poundin in line after line, thousands of times, casually turning these beats into casualties, lie em down into the dirt, ..and it’s certain to shake up humanity, flourishing, bourgeoning, then it be crashing and burning, concerning the way people handlin it, so you know the way i be plannin some sh-t, packin it in with a passionate rappin, i spit, and channel the wave, givin it shape like the wind, you soundin the same and a simp, im aimin to win and the cadence is lit, i’m often amazed how we stay in the sh-t, we was knowin for years that we makin this sh-t, the planet is rotating yet there’s never any real revolutions when it comes to the sh-t in immediate need, and really it seems the media turning these people to sheep, and i seen it turn a f-ck ton of innocent kids into demons, the youth is the future we teach em to worship bullsh-t, and all these mothaf-ckin wack rappers, there’s just getting more and more and more and more and more of them
i’m f-ckin over it!

so you know the way i be vocally goring them, showing no mercy on phonies, and zoning on in the money, i see the sh-t coming, this sh-t isn’t over, i keep the sh-t coming, achieving conglomerate speed when i’m bombin it, i would be writin, recitin, outside of the class in the hall and homies would shout at em, like “that’s a bar !”

waylo ray b goin hard, cuz i got the script from the gods, simpletons thought that we all on equivalent odds, to say that a whack in the b-lls

stop it i’m f-ckin exhausted

but my flow so explosive it started some mosh pits

i abolish imposters, when i’m wreckin a poem off the dome on some hot sh-t

i will not succumb to that thot sh-t

aww sh-t

on god, i will not quit, when you got knowledge hard to not spit

this for all who ain’t got sh-t

need to scr-pe the bottom of the pot, l!cked, clean

usa dream is a plot, big scheme

those pullin strings at the top sick fiends
willin to fight, i won’t sit back in silence, my spit ain’t compliant to yo b-tch needs

focus on rhymin with somethin besides all the gold and designer and flow switch please, once, cuz all that same song different beat sh-t be f-ckin weak bruh

all factual, the language i speak bruh

fawk is you talkin bout ?

this the way i be son !

- the way i be

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