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intride – sense lyrics

[verse #1]

welcome everybody, head full of flowers
call me a sissy till i step on these cowards
b-tch i been busy, lemme stretch all my powers
not really eatin’ but i’ll be in some hours
no 15 minutes of fame
killin’ the game, drillin’ they dames and spittin’ out chains
pants saggin’ but i never went to prison
another big misinformation of this crooked system
to make us oblige by they rules
excuse my french but suck my d-ck, parlez vouz
france, y’all fake like bion say
shoutout bion, he’s my ho-may
my homay’s hoe home-made, cookin’ n washin’
f-ckin’ and ridin’, only chuck n cheese, no chuckin’ and jivin’
i’m chuck to this rap game
rapidly growing on a rapid frame, rappers tamer
not famous but i’m frankly growing fast
blowin’ ash, holding cash, opening -sses and makin’ hoes choke to death
[verse #2]

welcome everybody, head full of flowers
is gon’ take a while for me to show my full power
a maze in skill
you get lost in it, like the faith in mase’s skill
but enough of the cliches, time to headb-tt these weak-langs
b-ttf-ck their inmates and nun chuck like lee’s rage
see that chuck wordplay play with minds like mindfreaks
mine freaks out, yours get blown like mines, peep
i tai chi my way through life, my lifespan is light free
the rhyme spree is light speed, so fire a tire creek
i’m deep in this rap game like philosophy
kick dope sh-t like my name is socrates
or like i wear soccer tees, but i sing like robberies
momma got me some robbed keys to ride while high off trees
high off 3 eyes, i see the i in me
even though is invisible to the naked eye i believe

no illusion
this is reality

head full of flowers
on my final hour

[verse #3]

got me working all day and night
bla zay bla zay frauds may take advices
i take chances b-tch
i don’t dance with b-tches i give em a dense d-ck
dance in this d-ck like you michael jackson
fly through iowa sayin’ ohayo to rappers
rhymes as hot as pepper
i’m too complex don’t even try to test luck (tesla)
psychedelic as 100 blotters
make her blatter shatter when she out of her conscience
no i don’t f-ck dead bodies
but i may make new ones with this tape prolly

- intride lyrics

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