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letra de gestalt - yahzick

[intro]
in this high-powered campaign variant, characters essentially take two cl-sses every level, choosing the best aspects of both
the bard-barian has two choices in battle: use a mix of party-aiding spells and attacks, or rage and use inspirational music to urge the rest of the party on as he -ssaults

[verse 1]
i’m a bit of a maniac
i’m gonna be comin’ at you with an insane attack
a braniac ready to maintain the fact, that i’m here to entertain until i fade to black
campaign from the front to the back
until i got a backpack full of fat stacks
’til i got a medicine cabinet full of percocet
if i get nervous i can relax, murderin’ tracks
tongue like a runaway train
find me swallowin’ a bottle of champagne
like i hit the lottery or had a lobotomy
y’all had better be hollerin’ if you know my name
nothin’ but the rain is all i hear
but the pain is always loud and clear
i’m about to have a metamorphosis, man i was born for this, so let’s kick it into gear

[verse 2]
lookin’ like i wanna get a piece of the action
when i just really wanna see the reaction
when i really just wanna be the attraction
better believe i need satisfaction
i’m attackin’ with such finesse, and i’m not even worried ’bout it, i must confess
i crush the rest, i might just bust the best
i dress like i’ve been places on house arrest
and i’m stressed cause i got a lot of bills
p-ssed off cause i got a lot of sk!lls
and i gotta be the one to look at myself in the mirror
i don’t wanna be the guy who relies on pills
firin’ at will, i’m k!llin’ it with the quickness
ridiculous, can i get a witness
meticulous, knockin’ ’em dead
permanent light-bulb above my head

[verse 3]
gotta get a little bit, i’m gonna need it in a minute when i’m in the middle of k!llin’
like woah, to’ up from the flo’, up fo’ ‘sho
load up then we blowed up, let’s go
float up ’till their ain’t no more ceilin’
gotta admit the idea’s appealin’
tryin’ to reveal the way i’ve been feelin’
batmobile with no power steerin’
i’m at the wheel, just dealin’ with shakes
gonna be doin’ whatever it takes
and i’m ready to face and conquer mistakes
as i proceed to raisin’ the stakes
hot boxin’ the whip, i ain’t even gonna lie bruh, i’m ripped
i ain’t even gonna try to fake it, i’m crazy faded daily, straight tryin’ to get a grip

[verse 4]
hip-hop is all about rhythm within us
and mine’s off the charts, i’m finna call guinness
make noise from cancun to venice
and i ain’t gonna quit until i hit the finish
i’mma spit until i get committed, hopin’ that my candid rant gets transmitted
refitted, ready to re-emerge
next year’s target for the purge
probably on the verge of an aneurysm
listen to the rhythm and the sinister symbolism
it’s metaphysical, intellectual idealism, like putting individualism into a prism
i’m so annoyed, i’m a little bit paranoid
tryin’ to avoid ending up in the tabloids
yeah we the best boy, join the convoy
verbal android on lyrical steroids

- yahzick

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