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letra de audio therapy - thomas prime

verse 1: awon
armed with sharpie’s and crate wet mops
the stench of weed soon fills the sweat box
packed with the hip hop heads front to back
they came to see a and they don’t know how to act
my delivery fedex right and exact
how long whack i’m stuffing yo mouth with bozack, hater
more flavor than jolly rancher’s and jingles
can’t stop when i pop like pringle’s
fresh out the gate with a hard new single
most love mythical man, i’m kross kringle to fans
damaging man with a mic in my hand
now the kids like “d-mn where you get those fam?”
my kicks stay fresh international dressed
n-ggas can’t tell me nothin like them kanye west
i’m the dope man, lyrical drugs pumping that lindsey lohan
taking no shorts from no man
loud mouth snitch talkin bout who rich
braggin who pitch then n-ggas get clinched
if it don’t make dollars then it don’t make sense
got em goin ape sh-t everytime a spit
to be real i can’t quit kickin microphone medicine
stop any headache, call me exceterin
me and kameleon are veterans
creep on the late night like letterman
up in the lab when it’s classic the session ends
work at the guest like a mexican
chern out hits with my brethren
underground ain’t heard a better sound since the 90s
before suits was shiny, it was cool to be grimy
i rock for the school just like me
n-gga i’m a fool for my nike’s, fitted in a white tee
strong on the mic like a millionaire
you n-ggas recognize i’m dope and they still aware
one in a million, a and kameleon
bring back the feeling you had when you was children
the next coming of rakim and eric b
me on high tracks equals audio therapy
send you into seizures is an astesia
turn any awon atheist into a believer
always been a overachiever
cooking up anthrax and ether with inspiration for reefer
a crate digger make the whole game get deeper
flip sh-t like the cirque du soleil while sipping rosé
mixed with nuvo, ya’ll n-ggas is pluto
tatted like machiavelli and ya’ll really minuto
blame it on the alcohol, blame it on the haze
everytime i touch the stage leave a whole crowd amazed
in the battle get blazed pump the bass like juicy rap
till i collapse and conk out like my hoothee

- thomas prime

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