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letra de uppit street sessions vol. 6 - zach byrne

[intro]
zach byrne
uppit lounge, let’s do this sh-t

[verse]
ay, word to westside gunn
possess the pen and bless my tongue
lord knows yes, the best die young, here i come
i don’t wanna hear your bars or the rest, i’m done
i’mma deck pythons, you can bet i stun
stop rappin’ ’bout cars that you ain’t got
do your day job, k dog, you fake flop
i pray stop, can’t match, we don’t faceoff
bad to the bone, r.i.p. to takeoff
what i make hot, you can taste spice
one day, i’mma make it up on takeflight
other c-nts like clyde when he played mike
i make ’em hate life, running back, ray rice
we ain’t born the same, draw for days
my pen a scorching flame, temp rising like tory lanez
yours’ are poorly made, haunted ways – torn and grey
thoughts invade my brain, i’m just tryna crawl away
born in may, sure to slay, she like miss you too
whatcha daughter, my mind a sword and blade
distorted cray, all the strains and they gone away
make a tune, shake the room and the floor to break
check the bar receipts, go peep my last release
me, gursky, marshall st. – calling that a masterpiece
crafty freak, past the beef, i’m just after peace
rasp elite but this ain’t no disasterpiece
i could out-bar you c-nt, it ain’t hard to
top of the ranks, i’m like francis ngannou
tear you apart, too scared and you’re past due
you’d sh-t your pants in a bathroom, f-ck you!
i just rhyme and i spat
straight crazy, i’m like ivan milat
combined with a bat, eyes of a cat
you f-ckers hide in the back, arkham asylum
might find him in that just writing a rap

- zach byrne

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