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advik - duke westlake cypher lyrics

we’ve heard it before: rappers goin gettin all arrogant
building up these castles and shouting from in the parapets
money in the bank, women in the sack, bees in the trap
i’ll be the syrup maker, seize all the saps
i’ll be the stirrup-taker and drive all these mad horses
make a regimented army from all these daft forces
craft a full-on gourmet dinner from all these half courses
feed the hungry m-sses right down to the last morsel
mcs caught in the bubble ought to perspire
cuz that’s just what happens when we’re all spitting fire
and i’m tired of metaphors staying in the same range;
if you can’t stand the heat, it’s time for climate change
i’ll be groundbreaking like a jackhammer on pavement
striking periodic cuz i’m in my element
life-giving like a river, bringing silt and sediment
to build a civilization up from tiny settlements

edison, filaments, eureka when i’m fiddling;
mendelssohn, instruments, concerto when i’m tinkering;
pangolin-armored; if you doubt that i can handle you
i’m paraffin that you couldn’t hope to hold a candle to
i’ll be lighting up the room just like a chandelier
making apparent all the colors we have gathered here
the planet isn’t black and white; it’s no panda’s ear
so see the rainbow for yourself – just peel back the grand veneer
i’ll be rocking hard like a stone miner
so take it for granite or for something finer
sort of on the smaller side but a surplus of clout
smashing emblems leaving not a single semblance of doubt
i’m dropping verses so hard that the earth itself shakes
spitting magma hot enough to melt tectonic plates
so from core to upper crust you ain’t safe from deconstruction
cuz when i rap it’s sweet subduction

we’re crimson cash, volcanic, striking manic; it’s an ambush
don’t even know how you can hope to match us with those canned hooks
our stocks are rising, no surprise; that’s just the way demand looks
we’re fresh and the best; the rest are a mess that’s just the way the band cooks
you can’t push us; we’re immovable; we’re heavyweight
trainin’, workin’, burnin’ rollin’ with the punches every day
so you know we’re dropping hits out til the refs say
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

- advik lyrics

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