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letra de black swan - tillr

[verse 1: tillr]
f-ck what you heard about me, i won’t ever drop the mic
motherf-ck a stopping sign, tryna bring my momma pride, so i’m staying on the grind until i got a couple plaques, i never half -ss i’m p-ssionate when it comes to rap, i hunt the whacks and run the tracks i’m on until my buzz is vast, giving music everything in hopes that i’ll get something back
i know it isn’t guaranteed, 100 till they bury me, i don’t have popularity but rappers should be scared of me, murdering all the parodies, rapping is like my therapy, trying to get some clarity, spitting until i can barely breathe, you will not ever compare to me, i know the game isn’t prepared for me, they wanna be dissing all over the internet but i know they wouldn’t dare to speak, in person
no way you couldn’t get nervous, look at me loading the he-rs-s, i’ve been determined, to k!ll off whoever’s a burden, look at me now i’m emerging, from the dirt, up to the surface, with a plan to be great, i’ll be spitting on this mic until my sanity fades

[verse 2: audacious]
back and whipping bars
yeah i’m a catalyst
but you could never cl-ss this sh-t
sn-tch the f-ckin mic so i can shatter it
give me a f-ckin reason not to blast a bit
i’m blasting off i crashed my ship
down to earth, you counterfeit
cause you will never get my words, i’m outta this world you out of it
you will never know my story
my synthesis is limitless
the richter scale is p-ssed at this
cause i done flip the script
my wrist will twitch while writing this within the lines i scribble b-tch
you frightened from the words i spit
stand up when i rap i murder this
the birds will chirp but i don’t give a f-ck
i rewrite the universe i’m second gen copernicus
the unit my verse is in cursed
the learning curve has the inertia to burst you off the track
b-tch i’m dark i’m reppin the black on black
fill up a syllable 12 gauge and verbal mac 11 to your f-ckin back and let it blast, my raps will ricochet in mind then skulls will crack and that’s a fact

[verse 3: tillr]
coming for the gold, i’ll hit the jackpot, i’m tryna claim the throne so i’ll k!ll who has that spot
breaking off the padlocks, and slaying all the crackpots, there’s an empty wall in my room i need a plaque on
my visions authentic, no filters no backdrops
living in the moment i ain’t interested in snapshots
hope to be a rap god, they say to hold that thought
but climbing at this rate there’s no way for me to act calm
even when the track stops, i’ll still be ripping the flow, if you don’t like it you get up and go, spending my time and diminishing foes, r.i.p, no regrets, you know that i came to win, i’m on my crazy sh-t till they all know the alias, day in and day out, i’ll be coming with the flames now, hoping i can breakout, and get zeros in the paypal
that’s a dream that i’ll achieve, to all the ones who wanna beef, i’m gonna hit like apollo creed, shoutout to the ones who follow me, yeah

- tillr

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