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letra de inhale (inhale remix) - trevor coombs

inhale
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(verse 1)
i’m the helter skelter, bomb shelter melter
stealth atomic alkaseltser, top and bottom jaw welder
dissecular thought exiter, whips from my techs are so extra wrecker
it stretches from you, to the devil that’s standing next to ya
i send raps in the mail, that are more hazardous than anthrax packages
the rap arachnid, track critic
who ju-jitsu kicked the blue sky, and left a m-ssive crack in it
i’m par excellence, user of septuons
a g*nius sp-wn, of uninterperable lexacons
my anger hits high peaks, that leaves the eyes reddish
explosive technician, with a homicide fettish
compose a symphony, the first day life into me
no doctor was needed, i performed a self delivery
my raps should be, the castle inhabited lavishly
with every manufactured character, mapped in a tapestry
the sheet was seemingly blank, so the pitiful think
it was literal, but i write words in invisible ink
how much pillaging can a page do
well if it’s mine it’ll in-cage you, and electrically taze you back to age two
knew this was gonna slap before you foreknew

(hook)

(verse 2)
everything is a memory, waiting to happen without exception/
to strongly value any possession, is to accept the deception/
commercials are 30 secs, because that’s the span of your attention/
enough time to influence you, to buy any product mentioned/
the intention of the lie, is to shape comprehension/ what you believe is true, could be based on pretension/
there are allot of things based on claims and nothing else/
the more you question what you read the more you believe in yourself

i’m ill with this rap sh-t
no-ones on my level, better act quick
i have a match lit
burn this f-cking place down, i’m established…
these youtube rappers are average
take the crown, from my head then
but first, i would have to be, dead then
i’m on beat, for the burial as a veteran
daredevil with malaria, sick,bed ridden
put in a diary
i could be a barrier, authors block
i’m off the top with these awkward lots
i call it love, for the rap game
whats it cost, the rap game
cuz’, the cost is cause, to l-st and guns
incarceration, cars and cops and buds
and cards and slots and drugs
and lots of buzz. the bees are rushing
and wasps buzzing fussing and sh-t
f-ck a beat awkward flow drown you for weeks
sleep with pills that lead to disease, slap a priest fury unleashed
rhymes will bite and paralyze a beast, demolish tendons by swinging at feet
achilles couldn’t challenge me, gravity shouldn’t rattle v, haters try jealousy, scared of possession felonies

- trevor coombs

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