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letra de stranger - tier on3

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verse 1- (tier on3)
you don’t gotta play my product i know its a freak of nature
i’m a holy prophet the pens nose bleeds on traitors
console my province
i write cold beats to paper
fame is my target spitting bold heat to vapor

i ain’t a part of the faker of feebs (fix everyone else’s bullsh-t)
i gonna break the seal and make it a rapery scene
my dream is to be with the strangest of teams
perk up both ya ears and hear what you desire to see

put death in a coffin and see my devil resonate
my breath and my heart talking
make the pencil separate
i’m going to the bump in my brain that my vessel dedicates
put on black attire that my high threshold ill-strates

i got blacked out lyrics with tapped out range
i got the proper writing sk!lls to embrace the strange
you got sacked out fear it i’m a chase your lane
chopping sk!lls that’ll k!ll to encase my chain

enjoy my essence of rain to calm down your presence of feel
i’m giving you an extra bang and another present to seal
ill break heavens gate
into heavy petty segments with steel
i’m tainted with heavy pain to repent my veil

i’m happy without any depressants for pain
i’m repressive when it gets pretty pensive with stains
i get apprehensive when my nose lenses the cane
i’m shaded in plenty of fame now they have sectioned his name

i gotta be chopping up bars out of the crew cut
move huts
you about to be dead gonna get your head blew up
stupid jarred hing pretending to be getting high off hookah
as my tongue rips up bl–dy speakers
you can’t move us

tried to become the best i can be
black movement making strange music ears go see
pry open yours and feed the tv screen to your spleen
no filtering so now you gotta scream with a bl–dy fiend

my pain is the same if oppose my delusions
i came in the game to propose a solution
my name in the fame is to uphold my seclusion
mixed up tech and em now i suppose i’m the fusion

i’m rapping for my demise
ripping apart with a precise
emphasize the sheet to distinguish my eyes

i’m getting hurt with your despite
chopping you up
pick a device
to bury the beat to go and relinquish my mind

chorus 1-
i was born to be a stranger
listen up because these are my dreams
i was born to be a stranger
time to make it to my own reality

verse 2- (tier on3)
wait stop breathe a minute
when i gotta be on the track
you wait for me to finish
what you process or rap
are just beats and gimmicks
the games been sloping down time to break the physics

all you do is deprive my remedies
it’s my turn in the game to supply my treachery
you ain’t my friend because in the end
all of you will sin to become my enemies

why are you saying i got a heathen demeanor
i rap dark but i sure ain’t a demon believer
most of you rappers need a rhyme scheming teacher
cuz you f-gs in the game i’m peeing on qeefers

my talent might fly by defined high listo
my ballet is right i’m the devine pride cristo
my challenge is to fly past the resigned white people
you be pausing the track do a burn to light my heat flow

your opposite of optimistic
gotta drop the sickness rap you off in st-tches
lyrical quickness i f-cked the game where it said stick in
bout to black out the script and white out writtens

my comprehension is far off in the distance protesting
go through my life with all these resistance of blessings
i don’t pay back seven hold to the existence of heavens
money makes happiness but until the rich is infected

i’m a flash in the pan naw i’m the bomb ask skee
i get caught speeding cuz my tongue gotta be chopping down trees
ya boy biggie not to mention the heat shotting at t
upac toping that creed

to admit his car had to be my light tease
bullets go up in the air as i fly my wings
i taken by the weed devils staring eyes tight green
i’m exiled in black you bet theres no light by me

my pain is the same if oppose my delusions
i came in the game to propose a solution
wait sh-t this is the same verse i just wrote of my ruins
take it away and make my life a stroll in the movement

the dream can’t be made without my own consent
like dre i’ll make a deadly scene when i roll and dent
i’ll still be alive for the sake of shady’s potent stench
but tech & em be ready for my poisoned head

chorus 2-

outro-
you don’t gotta play my product i know its a freak of nature
i’m a holy prophet the pens nose bleeds on traitors
console my province
i write cold beats to paper
fame is my target spitting bold heat to vapor

i ain’t a part of the faker of feebs
i gonna break the seal and make it a rapery scene
my dream is to be with the strangest of teams
pick up your pen and write what you desire to think

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