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letra de beast - victor olalekan

[intro: young vic]
aye, what’s good?
it’s my mans myles, my mans aaron, chris
and this is vic. mack five. the crew

[verse: young vic]
ayo, drinking the liquid, the water i’m sipping, clears the system of the poison to -ssist me in living
allowing me to spit this crack, about to show ya’ll how to rap!
“hold up, wait. what was he saying?”
golden flow, super saiyan
these words i’m spraying got the heathens praying, these beats i’m slaying, yo no one’s safe
from the storm i create
precipitate words on the lames that want to hate
who do you appreciate?
me, duh, i’m so great
okay, boy, i’m going off, great white, gandolf
hand off this beat to me, r.i.p., it’s history
the mystery is finding out the reason for your misery
don’t want to seem c-cky but i feel it has to do with me
man, i’ve been writing rhymes since ’03’s summertime
’05 i got some beats, check my stlye, i’m too elite
from bodymore, murdaland, home of the chopper
red, white, and blue, look out for them coppers
man, most people out here don’t really know their father
the shots to the chest burn through with the lava!
now i ain’t no gangsta, i’ve never been no banger
but i know a few dudes who won’t hesitate to change your
whole life with the 9 at the drop of a dime
these crabs in the bucket don’t let other guys climb-
out from the drought, to make a large amount
of the cash green, c.r.e.a.m. from trees, powerful enough to put girls on their knees
that hypebeast design got these girls bending their spines
but i’m doing just fine in my jeans that ain’t levi’s
picking my clothin’, from brands less chosen, they posin’, they lyin’
’bout how hard they tryin’, to fit in,, they smitten with the idea of gettin’
clout from the fools who claim to make the rules
about swag or what’s cool, i’m finna take these dudes to school
yo cl-ss is in session, what’s today’s lesson?
“vic-o the sicko is better than you lameos”
“there’s no one better”
i’ve got piff
dope dealer, you claim you real but i don’t feel you!
i see the fake in your eyes, little punk in disguise
i can see through your lies, so discreet with your deceit
if you dare to compete, it is you i will defeat!
veni vidi vici, you will sleep not a peep!
you will always see me, in your dreams i will creep!
beast!

[outro: mistermack]
mistermack plays the piano

- victor olalekan

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