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the beatbox - deë 2094 lyrics

hold it down!
yeah…
said 2094! (tradgic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb!)
you know it!

malumedee
pen supreme, on the beat
set the record straight…
raaah!

i write words from my hurts, i’m literature
deny curse, in my verse, when i spit*a
she nice, thirsty, like verbs; i’m doin’ her
she crazy with a continental ass, she a*freak*a

my set switch up for fans n*gga it gets iller
my last feature was mad thriller, i’m that k!ller
my fam lit up for days, we hang with band singers
my flow empty out the river as my bank fill up

i’m back rеadin’ these chequеs, gettin’ respect with it
these whack rappers is scared, they shook to death with me
i hit a n*gga up and told him to rap with me…
on due day his verse never showed like his dad did him

my rap rhythm done tear image and slash gimmicks
go h.a.m with it and rap livid, obsessed with it
i’m blessed with it, i’m passed dissin’ these f*gs with it
my raps k!llin’ the tracks, their trains are wrecked with me
i simply live for the rhythm
spittin’ it, i’m k!llin’ the lyrics
givin’ it up, ceasin’ the scrimmage
city kid up, lit up the village
did he get to speak to the victims?
they were devastated
they were lookin’ down when i took the stage

i elevate, i raise the bar, i emasculate
my raw state done cooked, baked these slow pains
your girl weave would catch fire if i show flames
i’m cocaine with propane, too dope man! but…

rappers is steady gettin’ too comfy
hatin’ the realest for nothin’
these bubbly rappers on molly
forgettin’ this could get ugly
this ain’t even about the money
maybe it does with the honies
a bunch of futureless druggies
who finna get k!lled by m*ffin! i’m…

choppin’ the baking soda, i’m cookin’
these weary rappers is lookin’
i k!ll ’em for show in bookings…
we dump on the streets as we steady pushin’
we ever lookin’ for groupies who finna get with the newbies…
who do trees
when truly;
i smoke what they are producin’…
i’ve come to set the record straight
the magistrate, could not incarcerate
because i’m never fake, i elevate
to levels flippin’ testin’ up the masses fate
take centre stage, these rappers soft and sweet
so i just have a cake…

so go ahead and do your groupie rap
personally, i jus’ feel that you are rudely whack
some of y’all should really shut the feeble p**pin’ trap
coz when it comes to sk!ll the rest of y’all l!ckin’ my booty crack

i mean…point out a rapper better than me
i dare him to step up and write a letter to thee
so you can snitch and i make another casualty
for blasphemy to anybody thinkin’ he’s better than deë!

coz this is what i do
this is how i grew
this is how i prove
i’d k!ll it if i blew

- dee 2094 lyrics

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