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letra de ms-csi praaax - u (the unborn)

(intro – b1)
everything that’s happening to you is god’s process
every difficult moment you having he just processes you
that’s all he doin’
everything you goin’ thru is preparing you for what you asked god for, (b1)

(intro – b2)
yo
y’all think i was f-cking with you
well, no, i mean it
so here we go

(verse)
praju, b-tch i’m still f-ckin’ you from the front
you think i don’t know cover up your buns
cause i picked a contention from the mun
to f-ck your crown with my um pun
couple your hair from the back
cause my words will just spring from your vag in a neat rap
i’m putting my seed in you, with no fertilizer
if you want to be fertile, then give me head first
f-ck your whole life in two-thirds of my boond (drop)
bring your whole time reduced to a moon
cause i made you a goddess
with my rap and some khoon (blood)
so sl-t you gobbled my d-ck
my spit trickles down your spine in very every sip
cause when you drink water
your p-ssy lips i see in the slips
in my whips, in my scientific trips
with a psychedelic hip, in a j cole trip
surfacing into your mid-brain like a lay-pole dip
you pole-danced for me like a p-rnstar on lisp
cause i’m in your cns like cancer of br–sts
l!ck your tits off, i’m thinking on a test
pass the exam with the beginning of your earlobe
my spit is in your third eye, cause i f-ck you when you come home
cause i backend-engineered your ass when you began to learn sass
i’m not being crass but you think i clasp
cause when my d-ck enters your nervous system
you’re tickled with a truffle lettuce
cause i’m the impersonation every person you slept with
and be the dude who gives you a wet promotion
cause if you keep your p-ssy wet like this
so here’s the 8 pointer breathe it off my sac lit
i’ll keep you at helm, don’t bend like this
you’re on a pedestal to open your mouth instead
when i said like this, i fingered your eyebrows with a project that’s zen-like sticks
cause i conjure the algorithm to spread our kiss
and when i compare our wits
i’m way better than you rote-learning puppet, that’s not for you
that’s for anezka, our baby who’s s-x i pick
and when she’s on the threads like this
her mom will give a ted talk that’s sh-t
cause b-tch, i take your fantasy home
and smell the truth i kick
with every snare i hit, and i bring the zr imps, to sell art with the wiz
with the greens of wind, in the grease of thin
in the genes of the wind
this fat beast is weed until
i build the bridge back again
and blow her back in a lexus
at the farmer’s temple on the west of texas
i’m perplexus, culinary tooth for praju’s head like ascension
her kundalini in ring with elohim’s architectures
so pick up the mic, dumb f-ck
and reply to me
cause i’m taking your b-tch home
to f-ck the enlightenment in her stomach
like the compression of the contrived part census
cause natty taught me epiodelomogy like a teacher in consensus
my un conjectures have new encore tensors
that can fly nanoseconds over mars
like blue anton-textures
my pokedex got 5 arjuns’ chilling on a desk
cause am is my phase to be billing in the complexus
i’m building up the axis to surface in the taxes
never really relaxed here, we livin’ in the badges
cause son school was your practice time
and you’re busy in the matches
when i’m in your football game
i’m just living all the action
so unlinken all your linkedin
and summon up the pinkman
columbian like a white red intel
overclocked like a pi 10 sens-x
so keep your job brother
i’m being kind to you, not a c-nt like her mother
cause she’s one to get puckered
cause the next time i f-ck her, hear-out my rap in the background
and the next time you f-ck her, hear-in my rap in the foreground
to know that i’m here to record your p-rn
so that when you wake up every morn
you’d hear the sounds of newborns
that i put in praju’s womb
like raekwon
when i p-ss your name out in b-tter
i’m saying it still with my mouth
if she wants, say, i’ll say vicks shout
or i’ll sit down, and get bigger than gorilla’s so stout
remind of your gangster father
it’s aditya p on the nouns
(closing)
cause dude you could have just smoked a cigarette with me and cleared it out
i don’t know if you kept a grudge or not
but i live rent-free in your head
like anezka’s “oh no” on gowns

(beep x 4)
(nuclear explosion)
(flat wave x 1)

- u the unborn

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