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allo - flex lyrics

you think i’m so whack? i wonder that’s bout
say my flow’s weak, i’m sure your drafts tap out
— vancity buzzzzzzed, roast you like a fat stout
simba’s bagging it up, i wonder who let the cat out
ain’t on shazam; now, polish, shamwow crowds
from the 90’s spitting hits, kids digs my smashmouth
town digs my own sound — in the zone now
that lost amateur, loud, bound to be profound
listen i’m more now, motown verse otown
i shoot straight, dude don’t even bother getting your gats out
when i got my mac out, i spray lines, so how bout
you’re finished dog, pau bow wow, i go pow pow
p-ss — while i let the p-ssion out you’re asking how
this game’s all in my palm…haw haw di karabaw
news: is i’m filling in you blanks, so know while
you’re sleeping on my band’s camp, raining on your soundcloud
–whatcha say lupe? they told me dumb it down
these fiascos heads still be spinning now
seeing stars with no bars, no celebrities
but you can’t take the stares, yet that’s what you get when you step to me
versus me, turn adversity to more verses, please
you advertise sh-tty versions, deservedly this turf is me
co-rs- as hard sand paper — on the surface, i mean
this paper’s hard to understand, a course in university
he be the wildest, beastiest that we know
so deep and so childish, gamble on this bambino
sino siya? that ego, hot d-gg-n this tocino
primo, now i guess your favourite rapper is filipino
2 and 2, no equals, do the math, i never force
banging on yours, bangin’ some doors
when opportunity knocks, i smash it to the floor
ignorin’ decorum, and my whole team we storm in
i lead to broken homes, scene’s horrid
you gotta redo the flooring, hide the carnage in storage
you should probably re-decor, hire plumbing and some florists
restoring the drawers, reboarding the walls, hang portraits
unfortunate – i smash gl-ss ceilings, but i hope you get
extended metaphors, but ehhhhhhhh that’s a stretch
flex – my vocal cords loud til my throat is sore
til they swarm in h–rds and exploding me in the local stores
in the rose garden listening to rose garden
…jams slam hard as old roy at the rose garden
— see, beating me’s like jay-z and b divorcing:
it’s unlikely. dislike me and then i put you in the ring for it
bet on my lines, i rip a mic, spitting like
you shouldn’t take the gamble dawg, i wouldn’t let you pick a fight
wasn’t in the cards, can’t deal with it d-mn
he get no applause, casino he don’t get no hands-
go hammmm — grill y’all, i’m lit as some brochettes
got bars on cue, until i’m q, yes
blast like four jets, in tune as a quartet
rap tight as corsets – rev spits corvettes
you’re trucking through buddy, pick up you’re slack please
you think my drive’s annoying, kid, stay in the backseat
to get the point across i ride the beat like i’m on tour
i mean i go for days when i’m so g-ssed, do you want more?

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nahhhhhhhhhhhhh, my effort don’t lessen a bit
i’ll be posting more singles than plenty of fish
ok stupid, download these pro files and listen in
arch nemesis be repping this to his next of kin
lyrical k!llin’ spree — how am i friendly?
it’s cuz every single one of my enemies is into me
but oh oh oh what i’d do for a
eva eva, for eva eva, longoria
but i’m preoccupied i ain’t got no benjamins
at least i’m a big boi, and i cast out you negatives
forecast: immma show you on a paragraphs
my lines are off the charts…my hits outperform cats
you can’t run on, lock down the premises
y’all stuck in my bars and i’m giving ’em long sentences
no darin’ him when i’m garish as mr. garrison
audiences jumping ——— sprung as hot as harrison
— you’re sincere with you thinking that my flow’s weird?
oh dear, step back, i’m trying to do a show here
monikers for marketing; dudes just call me dope
francis… michael canton and arevalo
let ’em know, tell ’em go, stop the dudes spittin’ lame
whyyy front – mc’s literally my middle name

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