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letra de lost in the rythm (diss rulz) - tumilz kalashnikov

[verse 1]

bump into your trash and i gotta laugh
such funny bars comin from a pathetic dwarf
old age fighting residuals of a working brain
nothing’s there, barkin at a god cos you rockin chain?
sleeping with your mouth causes the dry throat that makes your voice wack
or a glossectomy, voice dead on a track
this hatchling growin wings
blades came from both sides to have a swing
blind your eye if you make a blink
don’t dare a god or end up like enoch
dumbo! only rich kids party with ciroc and tambo
tried to build you up like a brick game
you’s a weak man, you couldn’t last a min when your chic came
cos your d-ck maimed
forbidden cypher left you insane how i stepped on you
insomnia flows the way niqqas slept on you
manpizzy gotta eat good ‘fore he records you
you’ve never spit 16s since i f-ck with you
taking a whole day to spit a bar says a lot
but ama use few secs to k!ll this fly and burn his gut
quit sayin my name in vain
i raised you from the dust, could still erase your existence quickly like a dot
it’s sprengel deformity if you raising your shoulders to a god
wrongheaded, never missin your head in my pot
started from the bottom but where you at?
i paid for your first studio session to see you bark
cos you got claws now don’t make you a cat
just a wack negro, a lumberjack, i’ll cut you to logs then sell some vital parts for a charm

[chorus]
this a reply to a negro
lost in the rhythm

[verse 2]

it’s bouta get gory on this second round, he shiverin’
if i be singin it, i’d prolly get signed to tde
till infinity you can never be k!llin or sick as me
you must be pdp cos all your wins i be concealing it
i put this nappy head to sleep, i take the best win
who’s throwin punches at a god, this weird thing? okay let’s see
a quick jab to his throat, the bird sings, who’s officiatin?
na the time wey him dey waste to record for studio dey vex me
left you on a hot seat to warm your sorry ass
you just an obnoxious f-ggot with some funny bars
delusional rapper with no single track
i see you tweakin’, you missed your second senses but i took the first like a kuru
the tenses left you intense oh you scared
how you come to battle with a god like a mugu

[chorus]
this a reply to a negro
lost in the rhythm
[verse 3]

i guess they never warned you about this god
the alpha, i decend on this beat like a bird, who’s the omega
the most loving but then generates fear
fear of the unknown, please relax your nerves ‘fore i air these sh-lls
lost in the rhythm, you can hear the resonation across the booth
you bouta lose a tooth like a year old baby
i brought sniper to zoom through your life
oh that’s a mess, foul smell but not here to socialize
my pen game? legalize to write your wrongs
jack higgins knockin on the judas gate
i pave the way to put you on
my best spot in gta is ammunition
i’m buggin off the dancin ladder
super mario on this quagmire
made basket mouth burst in laughter
get riddled with these bullets from the long scope
the bro’s cold, i donald trump ivana on this
type to get rihanna and chris
to talk ‘bout, gonna skip that please
i let knives do the talkin like a crazy surgeon
like no rulz (rules) in the ring, i k!lled this lazy moron

- tumilz kalashnikov

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