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letra de sick sense - wizard doom

[verse]
sickest sample flip
since mf and madlib sh-t
i ramble with my adlib bits
you p-ssies playin crambo sh-t
i’m fractions from the top pick
and fracture you with pop hits
aw sh-t
going off and on sh-t
world is mine on nas sh-t
nauseous
how you be when i hit
in that pocket (aw sh-t)
in my genes my g*nius sits
sendin red with just one cl!ck
i don’t need a b-tton i can press you with my sick
pens down always tend to end y’all
f-ck some friends i’m next now
flow so clean, i’m dressed now
born with a mask, that’s how i roll
torn jits apart, plow past hoes
i’m never switching up so you know how i place it
clever so real got a clover for my sp-ceship
rolling all over like a rover i see traces
of the dead rappers i left back in all my paces
ace it with this spade i base hit (taste sh-t)
motherf-ckas can’t just sit and let me breathe
want a f-cking verse? well that sh-t isn’t free
les i like the sound or you makin it unique
best stop now, fo i rake in all the cheese
flaunt my f-ckin flows, how i go off on these beats
got ya vest pressed now, bet you feelin all the heat
my diamonds shine bright, but i have no enemies
and i never have trouble like pr-nounce anemone
i always find the tempo, without hearin it once
nick named me god, so just call me erik’s son
but don’t you say my name, don’t you wear it out, son
i ain’t playin with these lames, got some spirits with me now, huh?
sixth sense show it
got a sick sense? know it
i ain’t playin with these games
i ain’t playin sh-t, so it’s
really ain’t tame
when i’m callin you some hoes b-tch
tryin test yo f-ckin aim?
you best take the shot, blow it
if you miss the f-ckin mark
got a club aimed at yo heart
it’s the cards that decide
of the fate we live or die
ain’t complacent with no luck
so i took it burned it up
and i’m standing here right now
just to show you f-ckers up
uh, yeah
b-tch

- wizard doom

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