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letra de iller than - zulumecca

[intro]
uh
get the style right
get my mind right, uh
look

[verse 1]
i am in no physical condition to listen to wack sh-t
i react quick, my innards just fill up with mad filth
like i’m bad built
my back giving in and my hands rigor
i’m stuck and my middle fingers is up but i can’t quit
i’m that sick of the sh-t they be shoving, my throat finna swell
the throne sits one and there’s one too many goats in the pen
when it’s two in the bush and they’re both in the ark
then you go for the jugular til one of ya puts a ghost in his sh-ll
‘casue i am not mentally meant to consume what you offer up
that lack of sk!ll is attacking my will to live, i’m enough
i jumped – right off the top of tallest wall in a rush
casue all in all what you spit got me choking coughing up blood
f-ck your algorithm written album all of it can go
gave that sh-t a listen, n-ggas got to calling me van gogh
appalled that you can go as far as sending songs for me hear
on god the engineer’s at fault, he never cleared the vault
i’m bout to drop
[chorus]
uh, iller than your average
i’m ’bout to drop, uh
sicker than your last sh-t
i’m ’bout to drop, uh
bigger than your past hits
uh, iller than your average
i’m ’bout to drop, uh
sicker than your last sh-t
i’m ’bout to drop, uh
bigger than your past hits

[verse 2]
look
i never spent a single heaven cent and i’m h-llbent on it
i stretched all the shillings, i’m willing to bet on it
i’m in debt p-wning, what’s left of an inept sonic
you not slept on your, best song? a benchwarmer
should be left longer don’t test waters your vest torn up
you get best dressed but less press on ya next offering
pretend ornaments get yours and then flex on us
if it gets boring just cut the check and forget corners
’cause i am not expending energy, my zen and chi on bender knee
i’m begging desperately don’t put that f- up on my fm, please
i’d never leave my residence
i mean it, if it meant i’d ever be subjected to your records
rather rest in peace
i sip a pill with my liquor shivering shook
i could count the reasons, ask me how many fingers it took
you at the stage where they just give you props, a theatre of crooks
on god the engineers a fluke
he let you near the booth? (fire that n-gga)
[chorus]
uh, iller than your average
i’m ’bout to drop, uh
sicker than your last sh-t
i’m ’bout to drop, uh
bigger than your past hits
uh, iller than your average
i’m ’bout to drop, uh
sicker than your last sh-t
i’m ’bout to drop, uh
bigger than your past hits

- zulumecca

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