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letra de banned from tv - tveno

[verse 1: tveno}
you want to beat me at my own game? beat me at scrabble
cause my vocabulary’s geographical, your sh-t’s laughable
tragic, while my craft is magical, actually passable
massive in reach, cataclysmic in peaks, and it’s factual
disaster behold, sit back and watch this tragedy unfold
as i lace him with gasoline and set him ablaze with petrol
until he explode like a wire bomb, kinda like kuniva’s call
bursting into flames like a fireball
you best make your final call to your wife cause you’re up next
on the chopping block, as i c-ck the glock and firе one into your rough neck
report thе news to your family living a fantasy
bounty on the poster featuring me, cause i’m the man to beat
handily, no else can jam with me, i sign their will
i strike fright in you still cause i’m licensed to k!ll
point at the crowd and siphon their thrill, i’m taking this bout
reroute, or i’ll slice in your shill, mic check, 1, 2, i’m out

[verse 2: wm]
i come from where
too many pretenders cap like they ass hard
so if it’s on sight, y’all are getting decked, pulling your card
put my soul on this track, like i got a running head start
say what you want, it’s just flavor whenever you add salt
i love the feeling, cause they know ‘m is a trendsetter
the fruits of my labor i enjoy them when they still fresher
i made a couple hop off, i got this feeling they all featherweight
’kiss was right, these f-ggots respect pressure
now a hater say my name, best assess i never stress ’em
now f-ck with my boys, im gon have you leaving on a stretcher
i pledge to leave ’em deaded, nines come with the extensions
better wish your 11:11s if you think 12 will sketch ‘em
between you and i, i run sh-t everywhere you walk
i could play fetch with, and euthanize your dawgs
i got some watching your posts, and i’m trailing your way home
paranoia make you feel like you got carpal tunnel syndrome
[verse 3: burst644]
n-ggas thought sh-t was sweet, and now they died of diabetes
your crew will be selling souls while horde shallow’s selling cds
every time you hear my words there should be a fee
i’ve mastered all my metaphors, got it down to a tee
i will keep on k!lling sh-t till i run out of spit
you’re mad, all you n-ggas is haters, you ain’t sh-t
like nas said in ‘94, life’s a b-tch
but i’m quite gifted so yo, i can’t quit
tired of being unacknowledged, mocked since birth
but you know i am the arson, put your ass in the dirt
middle finger to kira, cory, aaron, alphan, natalie
try to battle with me and you’ll realize that that’ll be
the end, i won’t fold, there’s a reason i’m bold
it’s cuz i’ve been through pressure, but my soul is made of gold
through sheer determination i will forge a new world
where i can help bless my friends, my fam and my girl

- tveno

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