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omg - angle (usa) lyrics

chorus (partial):
r-e-s-p-e-c-t
isn’t given for free or immediately
the emcee a-n-g-l-e
might be finally 90, decidedly free
verse 1:
(who’s that?) angle my man, (yes!) mr. maximoneous
cramming the maximum overdrive, but for the moment it’s
unloading the big rig and owning the dopest mantra
the green goblin again dropping these pumpkin bombs on you
busting rhymes like dungeon dragons, see that light
i’ll sport a mr. han man hand in a pimp slap fight
“man, you come right out of a comic book” – (jim kelly)
yep, with recycled pages, regurgitated vomit, look
listen and feel, my mission with crimson and steel;
ripping the flimsy ideal, been too real to appeal
good evening. no more holding shows for the thieving
if you’re still non-believing, your holy soul’s the reason
cheesing on a poster picture, promote a microphone l!cker
toting stickers, the poser holstering a d-ckfer. (what’s that?)
stated my opinion, rap-k!ll the notes i sing on
dressed in black, grinning with my symbiote skin on
chorus:
r-e-s-p-e-c-t
isn’t given for free or immediately
the emcee a-n-g-l-e
might be finally 90, decidedly free
raise your hands up. now everybody scream!
how ya’ll feeling tonight? now we contributed to the scene, ha
b-u-double-l, s-h-i-t
we only come together to h-a-t-e
verse 2:
i’m the artist, the curator, my gallery’s boss
science sweeter than a shoulder roll and counter right cross
life, i’m ‘bout the simple facets. witches brew
i’m stewing cash in my vats of liquid -ssets
read through the open book, soon it’s limited access
never come back, no matter how saturated the wack gets
the gift is now, hanc-cked, locked and transferred
you’re thinking loud, man stop, the silence answers
own the moment. cease the day as a game opponent
post a noted cliché and lay claim that you wrote it
wink loaded, fresh out the frame, duly emoted
oil coated, deflecting the rain, won’t be eroded
nevermore, a little birdy told me i’m a quick learner
i’ll burn the dead meat and feed it to my yearning murder
leaving the clean bones, hated on by buzzards
and hyenas that couldn’t cut the grey poupon mustard
chorus repeat (2x)

- angle usa lyrics

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