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letra de marathon - xycotix

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[verse]
flow relentless endless as soon as i make my entrance
my lead a stairway to heaven, it’s vengeance, airway severed
sweet words to these diabetics, force-feed my poetics
a phonetic epidemic, horror sets in, floor is redden, armageddon, call the medics
even in ten years i still won’t have decayed
but that veneer of confidence, i’m strippin’ it back
you’re a deer in headlights and my vеhicle ’boutta crash
you see your life flash as i blow a fuse and snap
you’rе fadin’ to black (black)
we can run it if you want it
jog your memory so you never mess with me
no motion you’re sedentary
i’m legendary, dead enemies to cemeteries, readily, pen weaponry
you must be in high school, you come up secondary
’cause you ain’t central, see? and neither he
days numbered, check the calendar
shoulda count on dracula, attackin’ ya
vernacular, gargantuan, immaculate
amateurs, i massacre, inanimate challengers
i’m adamant, i pattern ’em, excalibur to scapulas, stabbin’ ya
you ran outta luck, you’re lackin’ in stamina, a sprinter in a marathon
huh, no rappers my caliber
huh, that’d be miraculous
huh, all are inadequate
huh, no one -n-logous (huh)
and bein’ honest everyone sleepin’ on me
off that promethazine combined with codeine
as you get a piece of me your head start to lean
’cause i tower over mcs, lyrically
evidently, bars are evergreen
wouldn’t f with me, preferably
so even with your pockets full, you’re still lackin’ sense
i’m the opposite, penny wise with plenty rhymes
no wait, penny wise, plenty rhymes only way we alike
on the mic is – (what?) – you’re a clown – (haha) – and i’m it (yeah)
so y’know i’m taggin’ toes of any foe opposed (why?)
’cause they’re faux (b-tch) c-ckin’ back reload (bang bang)
pen filled with rage as it penetrates your membrane
seven ways when i take aim and let it rain
but i keep the iron tucked, i don’t wanna press the issue
put you in a magazine (huh) unofficial (ha)
full spread, bullet riddled
i’m fickle, ain’t no whistle, when the missiles start to hit you
your skin sizzle, then it fizzle, gettin’ whittled with a chisel
it’s a storm ain’t a drizzle
[outro]
i-i-it’s a storm ain’t a drizzle
it’s a storm ain’t a dr-dr-drizzle

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