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letra de metamorphosis - third eye protege

(verse 1)
back when halloween had harry potter clothes
i focused on some things that yall should probably know
all my daddy’s hoes had kept my family broke
“he dropped those panties though, he put those hoes to rest”
i rarely show my face baby, i just smoke my cess
maybe these aromas help glaucoma but their for their stress
little gin and tonic mixed with chronic helps me go to bed
vaping on the doja reaching quotas, but this ain’t a rest
im the chef!
open chest hoping for a potion set
‘ultra jet’
off the meds, rolling while i pause my death
hard of breath, spartan specs
sparring so i target necks
spark intent, flooding yall with art until the markets wet

light the green, while we still here on this blue earth!
chase your dream, that don’t mean that you should quit work
unless you hate your job
but don’t we all bro?
worried bout the cash we rather smoke and play some mario

(verse 2)
back with travis in the barrio
sipping on some brews, some ribbon blues, and talking naruto
those pbr were cold
just like gaara goes
but i’m madara
hashirama keeps me on my toes
in my uchiha cloak
i know he takes my soul, but i’m a ten-tailed beast and probably h-lla old
al elric, out my body but i’m in my dome
grind pelvics with my b-tch and then i “slide to home”
i let her drop the soap
she always wear my clothes
i like to wear the pants
i wax that -ss, she push it back like
“babe, dont c-m too fast”
a mic -ssasin, keep it cas'(usal)
im acting natural, my-
height and talent seems satanic but its astral

storm the castle, leather satchel
grab my sword and royal saddle
that’s a euphemism, buddha for my buddha wisdom
sip the juice-
kind of taste like blue but it just blew my system
you just sit, i make this music, whos the b-tch then??

take the bisquik, put in a bowl
then use my face to mix it!
great decision, bet when you get paid that you’ll get hate from critics
late to finish, b-tch you need some patience, like a vacant clinic
change the physics –
sh-t, its pretty simple it just takes some fission

(verse 3)
she gon take this d-ck in
raised by sayre & d-ckens
villain in my lair, i need cold air and colder missions
village getting scared, they bring their pitchforks
bad decision!
victim to despair, but i’m prepared to share some wisdom
i’m a drugged out vison
i’m a f-cking menace
treated like a pest
i’m more hated than a child dentist
another pot to p-ss in, i’ve smoked my pot with pidgeons
kids can addicted to the system scripted
sh-ts a given

(outro)
and like a b-tterfly
flying in my ecosystem
i just try to peac-ck
get a needle put some ink up in it
get my lyrics tatted
pay your artist what he needs-
attention
watch the caterpillar as he frees his head
then redirection…

- third eye protege

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