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letra de setting the bar - wildcard

[intro: wildcard]
you are now listening to setting the bar

[verse 1: wildcard]
yo
who the f-ck are you to ask me who the f-ck am i?
i’m a voice with proportions and i’ll short-circuit the sky
it’s your choice cause my vocals flowing, postal voltage high
bring the game of jolt to life like a poltergeist who’s smoking ice
don’t ask where these grams of chronic come from
make the blunt burn brighter than santa monica’s sun
if you hunt for violence, you landed on the slump some
gifted f-ck, you biters my hands are on a gun, run
don’t ever replicate or plagiarize my sh-t cause my hazel eyes’ll twist and leave you vaporized to bits b-tch
and after that call me the vaporizer
i’m making molotov c-cktail bombs out of bottles of jägermeister
my wonderland, the caterpillar getting alice wet
i’m blowing smoke rings out of letters from the alphabet
when it comes to flows i’m hostile and i’m badder
opponents line up to get f-cked like that brothel in nevada
had i rhymed about jewels would i have a doper
outcome?
instead i tackle problems pouring out my photo album
and if you here to criticize, i’ll crack all of y’all
leave your mutilation unsolved just like the black dahlia
crawling back in your hole cause i see paradise in sight
how we beast up on the stage and bang, you terrorize the mic
yo i try to cut your chick, forgot to sterilize my knife
so i have to use my d-ck and leave her paralyzed for life
[bridge: wildcard & dead poet]
i’m from the itty-bitty city full of yards and hills
cause i walk through the san gabriel valley of death
i wonder if she knew i was a paranoid delusional
no-one could tell me i’m any less of a soldier
let’s take a stroll the mind of a maniac
you might see your demons in the dark and the ghost in me
my punchlines hit harder than the russian in rocky
here to leave your favorite rapper up on suicide watch

[verse 2: dead poet]
i flip nickels and dimes
and strip knickers off dimes
i spit ridiculous lines
french tickle they minds
i get handshakes and dap from nameless face
b-tches jocking me thinking i’mma make ya famous
i break they -n-s for any loose change or payment
paint they faces, persuade them to slave on pavement
take wages like vacations to vegas
slaying pages with these outrageous statements
i gain patience, pacing in these chains and cages
a disgrace to my race on my way to greatness
i came a long way from getting blazed in bas-m-nts
my phrases daze haters with amazing placement
f-cking drama king
poet’s kayslay’s replacement (p-ssy)
evasive, agents at my place to raid it
can’t take it, cause i keep changing faces
seems hate is more contagious than aids is
uh
my words’ll overdose ya leave you comatosed and frozen
get both your shoulders broken
flow smoldering and smoking
we steam-rolling over skulls and bulldozing over sh-t
they set the bar high but we pole-vaulted over it
landed on the sun to watch it magically melt
i travel back through the atmosphere and battle myself
everything i spit and spew, yo it has to be felt
i’m coming tighter than a p-ssy in a chastity belt
[bridge: dead poet & wildcard]
my name is bobby i’m poetry in the flesh
n-n-n-knock knock, who’s there
wildcard top-notch
better move in packs, on the hill you lose
i’ll be turning your city into gangs of new york
i’m in the league of extraordinary gentlemen
cumming faster than wh0res searching for morning after-pills
i’ll f-ck you with the mic and give you syphilis and aids
f-ck if heaven got a ghetto, i hope h-ll has got a suburb

[verse 3: wildcard]
consider me and poet like a rescue team
coming to save quality music said to set you free
we dirty harry cop k!llers
mercenary tw-t drillers
words are scary, heard it first
my verses bury godzilla
still like illest contract k!ller
cap peeler, axe wielder
dracula smash till you’re p-ssing through a catheter
back k!llers up because you dealing with this rap villain
wondering how all this trash filler just contracts millions
music was a woman who was beaten and used
passed around by haters undergoing deepest abuse
so we creep and we cruise
finally found her caged in a room
in a cave in a tomb so we came to save her from doom
now i’m pumping this gauge hunting and running through caves
gunning for someone to say something
i’ll dump in they face, f-ck ’em
and p-ss’ll just spray up
and i’ll rush through this maze busting
erupting with rage gushing
they ducking my blades cutting my palms
straight crush ’em
i’m dusting these fake suckers
disgusted with hate
love is duct taping they face up and i’m gone
now i’m back here with quality music
there’s light at the end of the tunnel honey follow me through
this is on
[outro: wildcard & dead poet]
yah
thanks for coming out
checking out a dead poet and wildcard production
quality music
yeah
the dead poet
wicked wildcard
the bar has been set

- wildcard

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