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letra de connect 4 - will tell

[verse 1: i-see-on]
ayyo, tropic reefer, bl–dy mary leaking margarita
sangre fría, cold-blooded, verbal santería
fallen hors-m-n, metamorphous to the form of porcelain
guard your eyes—no man can stand to my corpse’s cough
speed of cobras, the fragrance of satan’s and demons’ [orders?]
[must receive?] jehovah and others the eyes of the evil ogres
sacred scripts solidified inside my data chip
half-man, half-water, walking the corridors of satan’s pit
i’m more than deep—i smoke the weed up out the coral reef
vocals that slaughter beats, my raps contain the rawest meat
the holy prophet, the omen that rose through a fallen comet
casted caskets to the corridors to punch his palate
red desert bird keep the sky lit
ocean violet, seven-headed, wild hybrid

[verse 2: mr. metaphor]
we’ll break you with [word raps?]
collapse, fall flat like a drug relapse
hurt, crack your kneecaps
catch a flashback: back, twerp, track your steps on your backslaps
s-slap, take a nap. want to scr-p?
we could scr-p—catch a fist like a cl-clap
[?] attack, deep impact to be as exact
bring it back. for a lack, i gots to relax
protect our flow like prophylact
tough, smoke a fast act (with a cat), so sn-tch that
take two: p-p-ss that. that brooklyn ac’ cat
underground where the riots at

[verse 3: block mccloud]
yo, this is business—you get your feelings tossed and millis crossing
filling ditches, riches get us fixed, we’re k!lling snitches
will’s to riches, fortuneteller. h-ll, he’s clocking dough like rockefeller
mccloud, i rock the flow blockapella
you put in your mouth—i’m blockinyele when i bust mine
you find it hot in your belly. who shot ya? machiavelli
i hold stock in every endeavor to give me leverage
the cleverest never missed, devilish but cool like a beverage
ace the test, faced the best and made a message
raise your essence, spray their flesh [and lay some lessons?]
made examples of, will lay the samples loved
women, i damped their rug. thugs, i amp ‘em up
to champ above all. still on the rise, i don’t compromise
i conquer, bomb from skies, swamp you, stomp your lies
beyond your wildest dreams, my styles is clean
like a jagged edge, a dagger wedged in a violent scene
your mouth the shape of a silent scream, body unidentifiable
when my temper rise, i’m liable to end your lives
sea-temperature dives, lending eyes to the blind
the words i emphasize create a enterprise

[verse 4: pumpkinhead]
i hold no grudge, show no love
feel a cold slug travel through your flow’s mug. my cold blood oppose thugs
pose with eyes closed and hold blunts
kick your stomach ‘til you blow chunks. we ‘bout to blow up
heavy velocity, philosophy with the ferocity of a lion tearing apart your body seems
a nightmare that makes your mommy scream
in a dark corner, on a rocking chair, got some cats to cream, i see things like
yo, fiends fight for hits to the pipe, gripping the knife
a victim of christ sipping on ice, smothered in vodka, living the life
jigging your wife from a position that’s tight
light trees, give me the sight like a pigeon in flight
yo, yo, i don’t play games in this rap sh-t
rip-a-track sh-t, clip the plastic, spit at you, burn fabrics
hold steel like blacksmiths, rock a ablerex bulletproof jacket through the racket
talking with the brooklyn ac’, b-tch

- will tell

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