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letra de general focus - wave-particle duality

verse 1 [plasthic slash]:

the palm readers that arm n-ggas and charm divas
psalm speakers, alms givers that calm rivers
amphibious, beast mode on water or land
alter your plans, order your brand, b-tter or jam
got bread, make i buy timbs or pay for sessions?
hot head, shake off pipe dreams and pray for blessings
back to the lessons, reaper wants me back to the essence
still preach rap to the sevens, each track is a weapon
n-ggas aim guns in morning service, clap for the reverend
itch that came from the honey’s cervix, clap for the brethren
she’s a hood rat, wants thick d-ck in her waist
hit a good patch, punched sl!ck rick in the face
criminal, rhymes sinister, reign’s marengo
lyrical, prime minister, james gachengo
wifey plays down the hype, says to lay down the mic
arguments had to end when i laid down the pipe
good strokes, leave that p-ssy with hemiparesis
rude folks, lift ya crucifix, telekinesis
never quitting, forever spitting clever writtens
brainstorm and shine, book of rhymes is weather-beaten
the soldier’s fitness will grow the business, hardliners
show the sickness till he’s old and witless, alzheimer’s
part-timers, chart climbers and chumps in a mic dance
quite tense but my gems come up trumps like mike pence
vise grip, nice whip, bash cops in back blocks
money don’t grow on trees? release these cash crops
these chics be gr-ss hops, p-ss hops in gl-ss cups
acts up in cr-ss pubs, l-ss f-cks for fast bucks
wish a n-gga would, pistol covered by the lumberjack
silencer good, keeps the thunderclaps under wraps
when i slumber cats, graveyard silence, clips have torn his face
the cold hands of death seek a warm embrace

verse 2 [mic priest]:

a master like obiwan so be warned
whose quotes is don? the folks respond, only one
mic priest! working night shift to grow his funds
pieces in my suit ain’t three, it’s a coat of arms
flow’s reborn at the stroke of dawn
poetic license drive you insane to the point of no return
poetry learned and prose discerned
made ends meet with a ball of yarn and the bridges i slowly burned
radiate sun beams, divinely told rhymes are gold
mind control and rare like snuff films
leverage the food chain for my offspring
to avoid loose change, tighten up the purse strings
grace is a given but not based on religion
price on his head match his facial description
place your head in the box, laced with a ribbon
up close with the snub nosed make you a gibbon
priest with the flows a young kiss mixed with some hov
beast in the grove i lift the piece and you ghost
diminished dough, swiftly approach reaching for toast
write rhymes like white lines blazed with heat from the stove
meditate, strictly odd pose few minutes or so
fleeced for my soul with silver when my lyrics are gold?
sinister flows, ways of the mystics i chose
my administered dose lethal like lithium smoke
need me a fix of that clean dope, i been broke
either writing or selling lines, you help the fiends cope
fella with death in his pouch seen as an obscene joke
left em speechless when the piece beneath his jeans spoke
c-ck and pull it back feds asking, who is that?
i dream in colors, smack rappers blue and black
true in fact, they want the crack hoodie rap
many applaud violence only a few truly clap

- wave particle duality

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