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crutches - flow season lyrics

[verse 1: wack (fleeze)]
one shot for the kid, that’s proof
two shots to abusing his youth
three shots ‘cause i came to get loose
and it’s two freaks with a bloodthirst
in the booth
beat sound rich like a kid in the back
of a yale cl-ss
sitting with his thumb
up his stale -ss
fail fast when you rap
with the pale shaft
treat him like he’s salt to a wound
on your snail -ss
cracked out jack sparrow cats
spitting off beat
have a seat, see
wack’s rap’s kerouac
lemme spit it with a ginsberg b-tch
it’s rick cheese coming out
with an inward kick
i been
engineered as the illest in the game
with a robot body and a reptile brain
and i go, good god, like a southbound train
bringing h-ll in a cell when expelling a flame
flow is despicable
no es previsible
not to be rude, but robust
too many smartphones
and not enough hands
you’re sneak dissing
in the midst of a madman
this the part where the beat drops hard
and my boys in the back
doing backflips, screaming
(“wack
don’t k!ll ‘em
you went too hard
the poor kid’s wig split
at the first two bars”)
the rap czar out of mars
wiping -ss with stars
is not chummy with you dummies
when you act bizarre
so go crash your car
and keep acting hard
or spar with the chief beef
like you been asking for
you rapped more
and still suck at the sh-t
another kid being has-been
‘fore he was it
and p-ssed bad
when he get had
sore in his lip
your madlib -ss sh-t
got me snoring a bit
ya b-tch

[verse 2: fleeze]
i used to go weeks without speaking
i’d keep my mouth shut
and block out the demons
they say i’m a heathen
an old school heretic
who left his folks weeping
but here’s the truth:
writing bars in my mind for most of my youth
uncouth with delivery
chivalry dead, bars plated gold
with a rock all shimmery
blinding, like rhyming diamonds
the man’s best friend, yeah it’s flawless timing
prefect from slytherin
my snake tongue venomous
reared up like a cobra
i spit this all sinister
where is this mongoose
who claims he can drop deuce
on rhymes i been crafting
make us villains vamoose?
please drop a new excuse
and blatantly refuse
to put out an alb-m
and then become recluse
i just love to get in your head
making you think that
you’re better off dead
you deserve a swift kick
but my shoes too mint
you know i can’t step in sh-t
but i done did it
you went and got rocked
real fun, isn’t it?
tell all your friends when they ask who did
it was that kid from fs
ya b-tch

- flow season lyrics

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