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letra de damn. (feat. jamal sanders) - xavier rhapsody

[ verse 1: jamal sanders ]
okay…it’s yo boy, king sanders back again
with a mac 11 and a ten aiming at yo head, d-mn
feel bad for you man, plus you wasn’t ready man
my pen game so strong, n-ggas call me a veteran
who is yo man since you step to me?
i’m top ten, no, top three — stop f-cking with me!
you not even in top 100 where you stand
don’t ever come at me or my bros ever again!
matter fact, put yo hands up, this a ransom
gimme everything you got, little n-gga
just kick back, sit back, you ain’t with that
n-ggas wanna flex on the gram like they got that
real g’s move in silence like lasagna
ain’t even no real n-ggas in my generation
just a bunch of fake n-ggas that wanna talk on the gram like they got that
they ain’t with that, god d-mn!
you can’t rap like me, i explain that
i resurrect the boom bap, tell me who does that?
obviously n0body so don’t compare me to any of these other n-ggas
i’m in my element
these other n-ggas irrelveant (okay!)
and that’s a fact, go check the stats (d-mn!)
aye wait, yo hold up, i was gon blow up (aye, aye, homie that sh-t was fire don’t mean to cut you off, but listen to this, uh)

[ verse 2: xavier rhapsody ]
f-ck a resurrection, homie i’m on sum new sh-t
open up your window
out that hoe do a backflip
n-gga step to me, that sh-t is called suicide
i murder mcs, on a verbal f-cking homicide
i’m such a lyrical n-gga
it’s such a miracle
n-ggas listen to me and all the sudden getting spiritual
my words is pivotal
flow sick, bars despicable
i touch you but i’m not even in the f-cking physical!
i plot sh-t, i’m -n-lytical
making moves, i’m invisible
smooth just like a criminal
slicing words and dodging syllables
tried making sense, homie it was pitiful
we see it in the visible, you thought that sh-t was difficult
and this one right here, for you whack ass hustle rappers
side job, dancing on poles, ass as a clapper

who down for competition!?
i’m trynna raise the bar higher
so high you drive off a cliff
mama screaming “we gonna die!”
and yo grandpa he in the back, smoking crack
he blasting “maad city”
car crashes, engulfed in flames, dead in vain just trynna reach me!
i sold my soul for two bucks
i’m black as the heart of the klu klux
stop rapping, n-gga you suck!
i move crowds, you move mops
i really don’t give two f-cks
if you f-cking with me or not
i stay grindin’, stay rhymin’
fame is coming’, it’s all about timin’
can’t wait to see our names lit up and shining!
and if you ready, then i’m ready
let’s go straight to the mother f-cking top!

- xavier rhapsody

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