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letra de revival - the ynoe

[intro]
and the ultimate performance would be when i’ve reached my peak and i’m not there yet so don’t you all clap when i say this i’ll commit suicide and i’ll take your kids with me

[verse 1: exsr]
im stuck to a chair watching a movie about me stuck to a chair
stabs on my back ive been rippin out my hair
i hate that im fair i hate sh-t about me and i hate that i care
lade lade yall like to party i like to drown myself with a bottle of bacardi
im a shot away from freedom ynoe p-ss the shawty blow my f-cking brains out in show in front of everybody call it early quits for all the kids
i heard these rappers still feeding off mamas d-ck
rock it if it fits and the tantrums dont make me talk about the fits and the tantrums
? respect thats forgotten animals adapt thats why my mind is rottin
cut a b-tch up brought in ? pull her kidneys feed em to her kiddies and feed her to my team
is that too much? my bad im on a high note
i know theres something slightly off in my head but i also know that ill be fine though
im spiting vinyl my tongue should wear a condom
and none of ya can f-ck with me
they call you g for gangsta they call me g for god
my music is your rosarie
im pleasing just accordingly but im tryin to come appropriately
most ya rappers ain’t half the sh-t you claim to be
im losing it im losing it my arm is bleeding ink
the voices in my head are cluttering the way i think
my minds a shallow place hard to tell apart the real of fake
these vagabonds and empty case how much of this will i take
misery f-cked anxiety under mistake
taking sh-ts on self esteems is my escape
l.a. needs a change im putting on the cape
and i ain’t stop til miss hip hop yells rape bleed i want the b-tch to bleed
doubt me if you may your hate is all i need
cut em off f-cker running lip throw em in the oven feed em ? and feed em to my team protein

[verse 2: tha rowdy ynoe]
they should’ve left me in that straitjacket everybody’s tripping now
it seems like everyday im going 5150 now
you can watch my feet dangle hanging by my own rope
got that machete im ready to slit my own throat
cyanide, chloroform, carbon monoxide
garage locked car running sleeping in my moms ride
man im stressed out became a mental prisoner
playing russian roulette with six rounds up in the cylinder
i need theraflu im skydiving with no parachute
all these cops mean mugging f-cker i ain’t scared of you
don’t worry i won’t be there when they bury you
going on a k!lling spree doing what i was sent to do
i keep it boombap i do what you pretend to do
try to come and test me lyrically and thats the end of you
you should’ve hung that mic up because this sh-t ain’t meant for you
its really no use cause im a thousand bars ahead of you
its been a while since i’ve seen something beautiful
kinda hard to smile when you’re hooked on pharmaceuticals
trying to think outside the box im trapped in my cubicle
i guarantee i won’t like half the people at my funeral
all you benedict arnold double-crossin’ stool pigeons better get to boot l1ckin’
broker than a soup kitchen in my head plotting red dotting
feel like deaths knocking
never been the same ever since i found her dead body
right here in the lab in full swing me and sef rocking
glad all my misery is keeping all keeping all your heads bobbin
i kept quite now im breaking every bone in you
i got my own problems give a f-ck what your going through
in case you didn’t know my crews about to blow up
f-ck all these hoes, they be walking with their nose up
im trying to live long enough to watch my son grow up
i’ll keep rocking mics until the f-cken sun blows up
hypochondriac all this radiations k!lling me
about to put a rockefellers head up in that guillotine
green beret emcee i got that artillery
this hollow points a typhoon this cops heads the philippines
yo my crews got more footwork than millipedes
i do what i want give a f-ck if your not feeling me
fed up with these hospitals man stop billing me
i’ll snap a docters neck he should apply for disability
im that emcee leaving all your beds wet
my bodys still strong motherf-cker i ain’t dead yet
you already know my name from l.a. to rosemead
catch me at the dodger game sittin’ in the nosebleeds
smashing all my umbrellas you can feel my pain right?
im sick of this overcast im trying to catch that daylight
how you doing listener? i thought you knew i slayed mics
time to p-ss the torch you dont represent l.a. right
chatterbox lip service we can catch that fade right?
all i hear is gums bumping knuckle up and take flight
all you baby emcees wanna come and bite my style
suicide bomber i’m a kamikaze pilot now
stealing all your fans now your stadium is dim
talking sh-t like reggie miller and im taking out your limbs
off the clutch and my teams about to bag another win
slam dunking on you emcees im hanging off the rim

- the ynoe

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