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letra de chosen doorbells - vic spencer

[verse]
always on the move, i’m never gonna park
there’s people that think the devil is smart
to this day i’m the greatest rapper
hating rappers not a thing no more
i came in this game to score
not to think about stats
thinking about taking it all away just to bring it back
to that natural feeling, the k!llin’ sensation
blatant way, i don’t care what these n-ggas say
i can’t rap about chicks on some sh-t like this
500 million you gon’ miss your hit
[?] my style you gon’ claim is your sh-t
campfire, imma stick your script
mind power [?] really
n-ggas listen to my sh-t because i report k!llings
back in the days i used an art brush to get my waves
i spook rappers ‘cause they’re f-cking afraid
stuck in a maze, blood when you touching the blade
see your ass in h-ll, you reluctant to shave
in my brain i be counting the spades
i gamble your life
if your brain on drugs, i scramble with ice
contaminate mics, goodnight your lights dampened
aw sh-t
vic laughing somewhere in chattanooga
big rapping and the glare’s glowing through her
deck of cards how i’m dealing with n-ggas
smack you in the face while you k!lling the liquor
big ass blunt it don’t resemble the swisher
but it is god dammit don’t be a trembling n-gga
roll up and tumble away, you dusty as h-ll
the rhymes sl!ck as h-ll, as if you was touching a whale
uppity dummies can never get nothing from me
the microphone was attached to the bungees
i came back up like yup, rap a lot
brother legend, no limit records, you get the message
most of these people is police without the badge
while i scout for classics i get inside a world you can’t imagine
i wanna know if you can see that i’m hurting
and if i am do you love what’s working
shaking myself out of the mazes i keep bobbing and weaving
they say tomorrow’s not promised, i say tomorrow is pleasing
it’s the season for peach cobbler
the robber didn’t have to copy n0body
he tell people that they shot him probably
let me in, let me in the world because i snuck in the back
all the gate keepers don’t even know where i’m at
sheesh

- vic spencer

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