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letra de that sound - vex the mc

verse 1 [vex the mc]:
it’s the mr. curtis who been flippin’ on these virgins
sick and nervous at the thought of not being a wordsmith
magic with the actions, ha, call me a verb wiz
ain’t no such thing as a song that’s f-ckin’ perfect
gotta be in the right place at the right time
with the right rhymes and the right mind
to rip it all day through the night time, that’s prime time
you might find an infinite
number of lines that incite minds
k!llin’ the syllables one at a time like i’m putting a knife into my rhymes
sh-t, i think the record skipped
if i am not your first, well then i better be ya second pick
i got a girl at home right now, she’s three-quarters mexican
my job had called her asking where i was and she said
“vex is sick!”
sh-t, sick with the ill flow and it’s viral
hit the alarm and said it’s ‘cause my mixtape is on fire
‘bout to stick my mixtape up exclusively on tidal
wavin’ like a kanye vex in the life-of-f-ckin’-my-world

hook [vex the mc]:
y’all know where i’m at now
reppin’ my town of chi-town and we don’t back down
you gonna hear it and recognize when it’s that sound
you gonna hear it and recognize when it’s that sound, uh
[x2]

verse 2 [the ewokk]:
loungey, they never gonna find me
fam dissing nike
mezcal nights, we fight n-gg-s in sight, we purge
just f-ckin’ trying to fight that urge we curb
loud lion
higher than the pyramids, sh-t, he’s a mayan
n-gg- stop lying
friends dissing
beef getting
blunt’s big enough so the weed’s fittin’
life like mike
wake up in the morning, get to see few dyk-s
slap her -ss in the tights
it’s the sick, sad world
better get that girl
gonna roll that pearl
she the sweet cherry pie
n-gg- skeet in her eye, not a four letter lie
jim carrey with the cherry lookin’ scary
got the mask on, robbing sh-t is secondary
goons like a hockey brawl, poon like a booty call
girl got no -ss at all, chi n-gg-s standin’ tall, what

verse 3 [vex the mc]:
y’all know where i’m at, i’m sayin’, i’m sayin’, i’m sayin’
i go by vex because i guess i leave ‘em aggravated
i leave ‘em green with envy like they rolled with plants in paper
givin’ life to the track, you could say that rap is labor
complain about the volume – i’ll have to smack a neighbor
not gonna claim to be balling when i don’t got stacks of paper
i’m mad impatient – two years to me, it feels like that is ancient
skipping page to page with pen and paper like i’m tax-evading
you can let me hear it one time for my city
two times for the north, the south, the west side, and the gritty
three times for the people that rock at the shows with me
whether i see ten of ‘em, twenty, thirty, or fifty
i got my confidence
keepin’ it dominant
monstrous with the flow when i go and you know i’mma be on top of it
whatever ya thinkin’ now, i might just be the opposite
this is the transformation of pessimist to an optimist

- vex the mc

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