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9090 heartbreaks - to82 lyrics

my minds exodus is beyond the normal: an easterner that process occidental
agile flows that be technically proficient, reflect the grossest epoxy, mental
one who can stick together a verse tighter than warm super glue
sh*t when yall was in pampers i ran a gang like a storm trooper crew
intelligence, armed to focus, brain cells with the size of a swarm of locusts
wanting to initiate rap combat, bound to be fatal, forget tryna harm or choke us
i carry fire like prometheus, taught thirty gods fairly vanquished by evil
life is but the hardest villain, sought dirty wards where he languished the feeble
you kids fighting, never find victory, what i spit: mystery deeper than hair follicles
i see you tryna peep my style, got the literary bullets: i scare methodical
mastered the scientific method for this rap game, now check my k!ll score
erudite, worldly mind and can rip: i drop knowledge hard like niels bohr
deployed in the game, no mercy, get them hooked harder than a fiends score
no love for the jakes, deep fakes, or them emcees who need three takes
fans like coke addicts for my rhymes, clamour and fight like its freebase
yeah im about them funds, keeping it hotter than a blast furnace
got a mental that can decimate the opps, been keeping the past earnest
im a magnet for many things, trouble, but don’t wanna attract the metal
claim all sorts of things and make accusations, nothing but facts’ll settle
staying true to the roots, you ain’t vets just some new kids on the block
i done spit like mafioso’s and convicts, met a few needs, conned a flock
wasn’t sure about it, so i had to go to rhyme book to learn the fundamentals
learned how to rhyme, incorporated elements, now we run the central
cause i access more flows than the average plumber, your prides in crises
a verse that can be the envy of the apex, get your girl wet like hydrolysis
listen, props you got the nerve and guts to battle, i can dig that
got what your sk!lls lack, surreal act who showcase rap with the impact of a big gat
horse around, and i flip you harder than reciprocals, leave nothing intact
yo i can type these keys at a rate faster than lightning, you can’t win that!
the beef round me cooks faster than pasta al dente, nature of my hood
trapped, i got the born identity of a villain, induce amnesia among your fanbase
sacrosanct and elemental, i pit flows of emcees just to learn
ready to give life to this game, you bring the egg ill bust the sperm
built up a mental database, saw the cadence, rhymes in bars
construct knowledge like a mason, my cash? there’s crime involved
read the holy book with passion, and made their way as a covert christian
can spit the verbose, rich and descriptive, the style of robert tristam
sadly with me, criminality is never inferred but surely expected
a hypocrite who steal and rob, empty: just as the poor be neglected
got more power in my poetry than a four wheel drive, last score feels jive
not sure if they throw currency at the problem, that more will thrive
and here i am sellin you anarchy, a belligerent made: inherited fringes
you rappers display hostility, and get verbally incinerated like aids infected syringes
i feed your plaintiffs plain spliffs , the pain sticks in my psyche
some transport more freight than eight jumbos, that man totes bricks and nike
was robin hood, now i’m just wanting to be robbin the hood, of course tricks’ll like me
having mad dreams where im exhibiting chains, cash and rides
never had to display anything but my talent, writing got my pain pacified
but keeping it real entails a difference, and i be sure to cripple fickle dreams
all these frontin boys and girls, your discography be soft like nipple cream
we master logistics of the rap game and hope to measure finances on triple beams
got no therapist for my mind: i live with it, bound to make a court order fail
design in my mind, smuggling route longer than seattle to fort lauderdale
make short any nomenclature, my yield greater than the wacker reaction
inept wannabes who have a pen game like they got carpal tunnel
and then aspire to grip mics when they flow like a liquid in zero gravity
lithium, pockets got meds but i duck and dive like they hot lead
your motto and thinking is pure cancer, im convinced it will rot heads
surely you phonies are anxious when i bring the mathematics
expose your fallacies, discern you, then make you catch the static
time kept most strictly, my second obsession, i never sn*tch a patek
cause real ones know the value of time to those who are keeping it
phonie sell*outs are whack, your rhymes close to a sleeping pill
was raised in numerous h*lls, the game, but won’t tell several untold facts
and you silly folk, beef with me, then collude with federal, i don’t hold back
bold act: crime pact, they rolled racks in hands that they made when they sold crack
we don’t shoot, we bring the verbal artillery, and you the maimed next target
manipulate the prose like a jedi with a lightsabre, no defence: your claims far fetched
know the central rule, if there is demand, then there be a market
an uphill battle, sk!lls rattle all you foes, deliver you to h*ll, pray to gods son
never see me talk subliminal, i reach a new pinnacle, we made stocks fun

- to82 lyrics

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