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letra de dia de los muertos [day of the dead] - visual

verse 1

if hiphop is dead then f-ck it i’m right next to it
in the mausoleum with the death certificate
& my skin begins to itch because the bugs are biting it
rigamortis settles in so my limbs begin to stiff
raw! i’m rockin blue lips & frozen finger tips
i’m dead , f-ck your fashion you pretty little b-tch
i don’t play with my sh-t
i’m as serious as this
& this is so sick your whole cl!ck sh-ts bricks 8
so they built a whole crib using their own bullsh-t
& now they hide inside of it, & build schemes inside of it
mocking all the people, glorifying ignorance
they lack intelligence so they just get what they could get
they could have have the lies, money, hoes & funny clothes
i’ll take knowledge of self & my f-ckin soul
h-llo hiphop! & what’s up joe !
the world is on my mind but my heart is in the go

verse 2

this is real rap sh-t from a kid from the go
my streets are full of gang-bangers,hustlers & potholes
police, guns, drugs,liars & hot hoes
so trust , here we don’t have long to be a snot nose
i walk a righteous path full of insight & math
but subtract positivity & i will spazz
transform into a monster with bl–dy fangs
look into my fangs, see fake rappers hang 8
claws straight from a movie
visualize my movies
it ain’t no mystery most rappers are scoobys
cartoon characters, trying to get groovy
all about trends, bullsh-t & groupies
too much weed in your raps & fashion flows from you f-gs
see i get fly & get high but ya’ll wack
i’m the rap taranrtino, the gritty dinero
the crazy pacino, the voice of the people

verse 3

i don’t stare at a steeple but still k!ll all the evil
maneuver through my life with the freedom of an eagle
i rap with my heart, these suckas rap with they ego
and i see you lil f-ckas, ya’ll are my hijos
ya’ll copy my stilo & lie to the people
but my people see it all ho, they don’t believe you
this that gritty diddy, no pity in my city diddy
the busy grizzly, cold, while lames stay b-tchy 8
i was simply iffy, till i had an epiphany
i saw god come get me & say “stay witty
yeah the devils tricky but god stays winning
& you will be great my son, with me willing”
so its righteous scheme’in again you demons
a big f-ck you goes to all you leeches
ask god himself, i’m here for real reasons
the bullsh-t is dead & hiphop is breathing

- visual

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