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letra de soul survivor - too poetic

[verse 1: poetic]
i’m a mic dementor, whenever i enter
a battle of wits, mcs can’t handle us
damage scandalous, my language
totally mangles those who tango with
poetical elements even if it’s ten against
one man, poetic’ll still stand up
to the competition and stomp
i’m holding the weight of those who appear to be conscious
ain’t no mercy
’cause you end up in the back of the he-rs-, see
if you’re raggedy, don’t even step to me, champ
i make noise like an amp
police upended while i’m sending
chunky words with the funky ending
irrelevant rappers are tryna get puffed
i’m phatter than an elephant that’s been knocked up
i don’t underestimate brothers
i just wait for attacks and take cover
one on one, yo, who gets love-ah
poetic alone withstand, i’m the soul survivor

[chorus]
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
soul survivor
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
[verse 2]
i can’t adjust your audio circuitry
[?]
ready to translate microphone data
as i [?] rhymes on the platter
capable of flexin’ a table of contacts
and mentally perplexing
[?] steps to correctly, it effects me directly
so they get pressed in
[?] told to behold what the future unfolds
poetic controls the mic, the props
the way the rhyme drops
protecting the stage like a thug in a crime spot
beginning to end, 365 days
my pen is kept in motion
’cause i got a sk!ll [?]
five-foot-four with a whole lot of [?] snores
to overcome any hum drum dum dums
and acts succumb to the mentally numb
growin’ [?] an easy rider
poetic and kaos stand as the soul survivors

[chorus]
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
the soul survivors
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
[break]
yo, kaos, i know you on the wheels of steel
what do i need to do to make you survive?
(take the record to the dj booth)
what?
(take the record to the dj booth)
(take the record to the dj booth)
where?
(take the record to the dj booth)

[verse 3: poetic]
i love skins with big derrières
tight gear and gold in her hair
this makes my blood ripple
i’m attracted like a baby to a nipple
if i rate ’em highly i’ll date ’em
but i’ll never take no ultimatum
some girls say, “either the mic or me”
“sorry, the mic gets first priority”
a golden child is never ever done
too bad poetic only got one tongue
on one hand i can [?] with it
on the other, i rather be throwing it
in the throat of a doping victim
mouth to mouth kind, er, journalism
short and sweet but it still won’t feed me
so i’m going where the poetry leads me
competition is competition
constant struggling for position
as a writer i always try to flow
i’m the soul survivor
[chorus]
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
the soul survivor
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)
(sole survivor)

[outro: poetic]
the kaos and tinman, put a plug on it

- too poetic

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