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letra de bane - unnamed

unnamed in this b-tch, let me know what’s happening
i’m the guy making f-ckers never ever wanna rap again
my lyrics are so harsh when i spit bars, you’d think i’m stabbing him
like he’s the pork, and i’m about to tear off all the crackling
you can’t keep that sh-t, it’s way too fattening
just like your bars, healthy people don’t want it , just pack it in
your bars are so washed up, you should stop writing on paper with ink
and start drawing your lyrics with the soap in your kitchen sink
when i touch a mic, i turn evil
like slim when he teams with royce, but i ain’t reaching as many people
but i rap as if i was
and i don’t give a toss
any rapper stepping up to me better be ready for a loss
cause i’m crazy
some people say he locks up his mic, incase he
won’t stop and just sits there all day trying to reach the top
because he laughs when he insults people
you’ll never meet anyone who’s as deceitful
cause you don’t know stephen, he’s the opposite of peaceful
he’s just a benefit fiend
at the age of sixteen
he’d probably use child support money to buy weed
yeah that’s sounds about right, i’m the sc-m of the earth
but you’re still listening to me
as i stand holding a burning cross in front of a church
i’m the captain of the crazy train, you can call me ozzy
i speak on behalf of the entire underground society, proxy
mainstream rappers ain’t where it is, i’m the future, obviously
if you ain’t here to be the best, then go home
i’m here to be the best, so em, when i step up to your throne
you can give me the secret to rap immortality
then any rapper who wants to challenge me
from whatever f-cking galaxy
will learn very quickly
when they step in proximity with me
that unnamed is the leader of this rap country
and sh-t, while i’m down, you can try and punt me
but know that when i get up, darkness is all you’ll see
cause you’ll get knocked the f-ck out
like my name’s manny pacquiao
on some crazy sh-t again like i’m a re-t-rd
and i won’t stop ’till my lyrics have been heard
i’m the leader motherf-cker, you’re just part of the herd
you’re nothing but a flock follwing the other birds
i’m hear to revolutionize this sh-t, che guevara
i could give up and walk out now screaming sayonara
but before i do that sh-t i’d get back together with tarra
and that ain’t ever gonna happen, so i ain’t leaving
if you ain’t a fan i’ll just shove my music down your throat like it’s s-m-n
and if you don’t swallow i’ll k!ll you right now, take pictures, and put them through a printer
and put the photos on your kids bedroom window
and i’ll laugh while i give him the finger
then i’d get the carpet and the duct tape, and i’ll wrap you up like it’s winter
and i’ll give you as a present to my favourite singer
with a note: hey, it’s unnamed. wanna collab? let me know asap
how the f-ck does this sick sh-t enter my mind?
i’m so sick, i’m ill. call me hopsin when i rhyme
i go crazy when i rap, like i’m on c0ke or speed
but i don’t do that sh-t i try to stick to the weed
sometimes i feel so stoned, i think i’m gonna def
but i ain’t even g-y, i’ve just smoked way too much sess
and if you dont understand my lyrics, look that sh-t up
cause i ain’t dumbing a single thing down for you dumb f-cks
and we’re only half way through this track
i’m teaching you all that sk!ll is what i don’t lack
so while you’re still being a kid, playing in the park or in the back
i’m out here spitting bars that would give even young men heart attacks
and you can be sure of that
and i know i’m not black
but that don’t mean i can’t rap
sh-t, shady proved that
and now every rapper wants to be signed to aftermath
so they can be with the best, the goats of rap. fact
the ones who rap as if the sh-t was witch craft
the mcs who won’t in a million years listen to ya
the same rappers who will be buying my sh-t in the future
it’s too late to try not to go berserk
i’m too sick, i need some time off work
the only way you’d go viral is if your track was playing while your b-tch was trying to twerk
i talk so much sh-t, i should just put the mic up my -ss
don’t act surprised, i’m the opposite of high cl-ss
people hear my sh-t and scream!
they hear yours they’re like “meh, p-ss”
even your b-tch hates your lyrics, so much she just wants to go
but know that i could get my d-ck inside her like i’m tea bagging strongbow
you see, my words are my guns and your hate is my ammo
so the more you hate me, the faster i’ll grow
and you should know by now, i’m not cl-ssy
more like cl-ss e
you’re so watered down, i could swim in your bars
and my flow is so fly, it could take you to mars
lyrically, i’m in the lead, and you’re just out here chasing cars
i’m so cold b-tch, i should be out there patrolling snow
i feel sorry for you bro, every time i hear your flow
and i ain’t kidding around boy, you better know
unnamed is the king, you couldn’t even open up for my show

yo f-ck the instrumental, i don’t have to stop just because it does
i’ll just keep rapping b-tch, and that’s because
i f-cking want to, a beat ain’t my boss
and there’s not enough time to loop it back round like rick ross
why the f-ck are these fakers even in the game, they must be f-cking lost
i’ll take all the shots i wanna take, but know i’m not the guy you wanna cross
you’re the type of guy that will talk sh-t then back out of a fight
and wake up in hospital to 3 surgeons all dressed in white
f-ck it, i’ll just k!ll you and put your body in a time capsule
and let your kids find it at their birthday party, and that’s the sick sh-t i use for fuel
and then i ignite it and shoot at you like a fire ball
cause i’m the kind of guy that’s liable
to set your house on fire with an iron
and i ain’t even trying
you try so hard to be me, and i ain’t even trying
you’re all smelly cats, phoebe. and i still ain’t trying
i’m so far ahead, you b-tches can’t see me. and i still ain’t even trying
if me never making it is your strongest belief
then i’m about to turn over that leaf
and that’s the only time you’ll see me do it, cause i’m never gonna change
yeah the styles a little strange
i’m a little insane
even though something’s wrong with my brain
i’m still in the fast lane
you f-cks are walking slow with a cane
while i speed ahead
you heard what i said
i’ll die hard like john maclaine
and i control you, like you’re a teddy and i’m a crane
just stay the f-ck back before i break it, bane

- unnamed

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