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letra de november-18 - yungtopaz

dreaming, thinking, of blinking one more time for surgery
show courtesy to doctors, or they’ll take you out verbally
the voyager flying past saturn, what’s the matter?
that it took us a whole hundred years to find the sun’s disaster
the masters of the galaxies paralysis on malices
with lethal injection, families get hectic and depressive
or with the shock of volts, rock the ghosts, most bolts bolt boldly
control patrol rolly polly mostly roll slowly
there’s a fall leaf, all brief but vision’s missionary
extraterrestrial militaries wicked scary
legendary independent powerhouses get powdered out
i’m out and about my life of strife and roundabouts, now i shout
to try to get my mom home, microphone b-n-r
stoning older, colder, roller coasters over your shoulder
solar motorboats open frozen explosive hidden emotions
tantu, banter, mansa musa
medusa, oooh, son, juice and cool watch
i’ll watch you dodge life’s strikes, and ooh my
the third noob’s eye loses continued bullseye
most relaxing applicable attractions like dubai
november is out there
no winter is drought bare
so ember amounts pairs
of coals for defenders, members out here
lazy rapping like i’m freestyling on a couch
sometimes i think i’ll turn into a slaughterhouse
my mind paints gracefully like waterhouse
you’re so stupid, you put your d-ck in a river otter’s mouth
a downside to everything exists, even lyricism
isn’t instantly all the great when you hit em
they accuse you of being un original, whimsical
and physically subliminal into you, my takeover is mythical
ethically wrecking you, nebulae can’t get with me
own genre, weird hop, like it’s an ent-ty
no cure for this mental disease, like a remedy
f-ck kingbone, i’m my own worst enemy
every time i get my education no one’s into me
the white girls flat and they way too friendly
the black girls hot, they’ll run you over like an m3
so i’m just alone, microphone in hand sends me
to another planet, other hand it to the greatest
shout my war cry and spear heads like a native
american barely air again when the cops shoot
i’m a rusty, old piece like i’m not used
universal groove, earthly too
is it the land of the free? or the fake? i’m so confused
rub my chest for 6 minutes like my soul is bruised
you really think you better than me? i am so amused
no one in the milky way of t-tties better
i keep my mama warm like a sweater
did you get the letter, bonehead? now let me apply pressure
i’ll deliver, bars, bars, bars, bars, to whoever
found the old lilfinesse, his head i severed
then the new one approached, like a raft in bad weather
brought the whole community together
now i still k!ll the mic like it was my money-hungry brethren
questioning my essence, i’m better online than in real life
crazy like a commercial for old spice
more stupid than kids who try to heal mice
some of rappad critics say that i appeal thrice
i apologize that i’m hard to find
like you lost a f-cking cartridge, cry, p-ss the bars
to the next generation of hip hop heads, starting with me
sharp as bark on a tree, come to november eighteen

- yungtopaz

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