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letra de lyrical boxer - wade tha future

[hook]
lyrical boxer, lyrical boxer (boxer)
murder these beats just like im supposed to (ahhah)
spit the venom like a cobra, keep my friends close
and my enemies closer (yeah)
lyrical monster, lyrical monster (monster)
murder these beats just like im supposed to
spit the venom like a cobra, keep my friends close
and my enemies closer

[wade tha future: verse ]
i rock the spot just like a rockstar (ahh)
rhyme’s so sick i shocked the doctor
im a boiling pot now who is hotter (who)
send them shots my brains a chopper (brrrrah)
cop the glock then aim and pop ya (pop x3)
excuse my c#ck don’t be a blocker
i got the magic stick like harry potter
and that mary jane and peter parker
if you on the top, i”m here to drop ya
drop the top, yeah im the top dropper (whoo)
play my part, just cops and robbers (yes)
cause im the theif who robbed the robber (oh)
legal crimminal just like propcha (uh)
al capone they can’t stop this mobsta
any weapons against me will never prosper (never
hunger turned me into a monster
hit you with punchlines, im a lyrical boxer
beat the beat as i beat box now where’s my oscar
im the golden child, you more like copper (copper)
you can’t compete don’t even bother (don’t even bother)
run the streets just like a jogger
never try cross me, respect the boarder (yeah)
moving weight like boarder, boarder
what you wan’t, what you need, make your order

[dj deng: verse]
i run the game and my n#### run the street’s
i mean shatter the street’s, i hear the heartbeat
of the frail and weak, i’ve been a terror for weeks
i’m a monster that feast on these heavenly beats
and i reek
this my section, i’ll knock over any pedestrians
crossing the street
you gon need god’s protection
to not end up with me
i’ve been slaying since 10 billion b.c
i got prehistoric ryhmes i’ll start and end a war
before lunch time, so don’t step out of line
i won’t lend you my ryhmes
im a young n#### who haven’t yet hit his prime
my pen is a weapon and the pad is
a lyrical holster, in the dark i’ll approach ya
i’ll end you n#### and it won’t be a disclosure
n#### mad that i carry a battery pack
a sock with some batteries is where
the magic is at, keep talking trash and you’ll
get hit in the back, and that’s facts

- wade tha future

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