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letra de misplaced mastercards - trxmp

[verse 1: trxmp]
cut the frontin’, flexin’ punk
maxin out yo’ mastercard
you ain’t heard of trxmp?
“what the f-ck”, that’s the m-ss response
betty told me p-ss the broad
if she can’t even rap along
but claim that she a fan and all
no holdin’ hands, i hand em off
last of draws, manners lost
ravagin’ the mandible of any man who
cat enough to latch to law
haven’t had to catch a charge, middle finger standin’ tall
packin’ sh-t since packs of pigs is snappin’ backs of blacks involved
that’s a casting call
lights, camera, action, cause a racket boy yo’ shackles gone
hackey-sackin activists at random when they act the part
news use the chaos as a canvas to distract ya heart
paint a picture of the damage, rarely of the changes started
once it scab up, they forgetful of the pain we scarred with

[bridge: trxmp]
blank slate, hope we still on the same page
came late, swear that i ain’t plan it
came straight from like eight planets
away from the latest fashion
to say i seen satan dancin’ in the rain

[verse 2: trxmp]
represent impossible, the plenty perks of solitude
even if yo’ wallet full, that food for thought’ll swallow you
got a lot to chew, chompin’ through the obstacles
non-stop ramen, droppin’ parsley in my pot of soup
check the alt-tude, welcome to a martian’s view
p-ssys tight, bras is loose
rookie type knock the crew
you can’t knock my shine son, who fathered who?
i fathered you and introduced the honest truth

[verse 3: rasheed]
stare in the mirror, my reflections speak monologues
my rear-view is filled with cheap comic clones
for a bit of attention, they keep drama goin’
silly mothaf-ckas that can’t succeed on they own
they want the handout, me, i want the separation
give these n-ggas some game and they expect ya’ lace em
give these b-tches the d-ck, sh-t, they want extra tastes
shake em all, they claimin’ you don’t respect relations
hold up, somebody tryin’ to run my visa
well check game, i just hope ya’ done ya’ research
i taught em all but they didn’t want to keep up
but i came up on my own, the f-ck is a teacher
i’m just a leader, no runnin’ for help
without me, mothaf-ckas would be stuck on the shelf
tryin’ to be the man but you end up sonin’ ya self
ain’t a g bone in you, f-ck what’s on ya’ belt
check the statement, ya fico say ya time’s up
d-ck game crazy, put it in the hoes brain, they claim to find love
as long as it don’t blind em, it’s a simple choice between you and the grind love
foreal

- trxmp

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