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Summer Wars
Kill Bill: The Rapper feat. Rav & Scuare
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Swear to God
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I let my CRT flicker, sip liqour and smoke
I wrang out my self-doubt and let it drip from my quotes
You live and you croak
You laughing but it isn't a joke
You fuckers really ask for it
When you get it you choke
I'm posting up inside my living room
Hop in my party
Sunny D inside the fridge
Watching iCarly
Getting gnarly from the back of the bus
Hoe, my movements too clean
So don't be dabbing me up
Oh, I don't know nobody dirtier than hobo bodies
Fuck with me
I don't like you rapping cats
Who want it fast and want it free
Want it bitch
You should come to me
Tightroping chasm drops
You never seen an earthquake
But you might quote its aftershocks
Tell me why I'm spazzing
Block my Twitter for the culture
Have me on your podcast
To interview a vulture
Let these lames smoulder
Hard-headed, brain boulder
I don't like your lame quotas
Suck my dick from the back, you bitch
Making all these games come alive for me
They never break it down the same
I leave the skies empty
I set the pace
I set the roles
I set the minds at ease
The shit I make is better than gold
Y'all can't confide in me
For how long?
It's that liquid hentai
Eccentric and fly
Bitch, I'm your senpai
The fence high
But it's better to climb
I don't lament times
I bend rhymes with exceptional might
Despite my dead eyes
I spend time with intention to fight
I got that low for the low
Keep you high for the night
Keep your toes off the floor
Keep your eyes off the time
Like, we could be doing
Anything else in the world
We could do it
Anything but this
But that would be stupid
My energy cards plenty
My memory cards broken
Chest was once emptied
I'll never be heartbroken
Goals fade into blurs
Out of a sharp focus
Gold plated herbs
Part magic and part doja
That do excel
This city's got a putrid smell
A ghoulish hell suited well for its elusive shell
Straight out of Loserville
With an excuse to lose myself
Manoeuvre well
Disillusioned by my bluest spells
Making all these games come alive for me
They never break it down the same
I leave the skies empty
I set the pace
I set the roles
I set the minds at ease
The shit I make is better than gold
Y'all can't confide in me
For how long?
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