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aspiring wijsdom - uncurable lyrics

they say i’m ill, that’s because i’m spitting vomit
plus i’m sick enough to sit up on a track and simply sp-wn it
quick enough to hack a track in half the fact that they still want it
keeps my mind up in the cipher like rikers, attack and bomb it
lack of responding, keeps my deadly flows up on them
i’m a lot like megatron – i’m not human, i rest with sodom
i brought a lovely lot of these lyrics straight from the bottom
plus i pick demonic phonics, astonished at what i got them
hotter than your daughter, a scholar with sick game
the metaphoric lyrics you hearing will bring pain
my mr. rodgers sweater will wet her until it rains
writing letters that tell my next compet-tors to refrain
shame. i was looking forward to some compet-tion
see it’s hard to find homegrown rappers not out the kitchen
or at least the type who don’t have to ask for rap permission
sadly the m-ss are missing their ambitions at pet-tions
to a master i would listen, but cr-p you cats are spitting
leaves me itching my addiction, rap harder than kittens
envision a place where writtens wouldn’t just be rappers sh-tting
contemplate a place where complacent speakers might listen
so auditions for addition, need division and revision
collisions of euphemisms leave me ridden with decisions
prism up in my mind, take a sign and makes it visions
i break bars, then make stars with a few incisions
isn’t it magical? i splatter hardly madrigal
average to barely p-ssable, rappers with these retractable
claws, pause, broads nod to more than beats
more than bars are deceased; let these ladies rest in peace

now some may say that i f-ck them up like fatalities
i’m trying to cut down calories, so please don’t try and challenge me
i’m saving dimes with blazing rhymes, they kindly thank my valiancy
plus lines i kick ain’t fiction, sick in actuality
talent g, better learn it, thousand g’s and down to burn it
down degrees? you found the furnace; have concern of my purpose
skirmish and it might end… but i bring it back again
recently been p-ssing them, and ever since i mastered pen
my raps divine for shafting dimes at times designed to realign
been defined the finest live and haven’t tried since 95
with eyes on the prize, i lie high as the skies
the lion child arrives, on the horizon i’ll rise
and i apologize, see i might’ve repeated
to busy p-ssing platinum, my midas touch depleted
and rhymes of such retreated; so make like mike and beat it
reason trees have receded, so i f-cked the world and seeded
read it and weep, lyrical freedom, no jeep
you keep it in a baggie, where i weed it in a heap
the depth of mind, steep; 6 ain’t nearly where i sleep
though destined to the top, bound to rock it once a week
we stare at types that bear to write, the bareness of unfairly hyped
and heirs that keep their pairs in sight, are just as rare to tear the mic
right? they bite the bullet, here’s my trigger, care to pull it?
food for thought, now there’s the fullest, out of style, where’s your mullet?
bullsh-t, pull quick and end catastrophe
i’m after this tenacity, so on my game i’ll have to be
apt to p-ss the rapping seed, so rapidly they clap for me
kept out like some chast-ty, though p-ssing rapping tapestries
it happens g, f-ck the rest, make it right and drop what’s left
fights, yes, end in death, not to be, check the clef
yep, you bet correct, i rep someplace you’ve never stepped
at the top; you get what’s less but pester and be set to rest

check superlatives, i’ve heard this kid is nice with it
height spit it, so tight i got my nike’s fitted
might get it, if not my shoes are unfillable
spat a matter of syllables; stabbing rappers to k!ll the bull
i’m full of pivotal timing, un-univocal rhyming
far away from resigning… just seated for dining
aspiring dynasties; then refine them like wineries
trying to design a primer scheme, they comprehend, like finally
kind of new in line, so please quit eyeing then defining me
trying to start a gang of superstars, something like binary
mindlessly, i’m standing up for stuff you stoop and grind to be
might be adolescent but the lesson’s not to lie to me
try it, i’ll buy an iron and bat you out the minor leagues
swerving round the bases, while adjacent to some nylon lees
please, i throw them over like tyrannies
best they try to be, so me, i throw them higher seas
poetry in motion, devotion to all their diaries
claiming to be different but listen they spit like siamese
they “go hard”, bizarre that most go mildly
while i will be lining lines of quality oh so quietly
finally settlement, a story with embellishment
heaven sent to a letterman, reveled by all those present and
presently resin high, riding like the president
never been benevolent so rebels are irrelevant
get it, got it, good? then never let it escape
i could release half a tape, then take the game like a rape
and i’m safe; ya’ll barely left first base
my pace is that of a race, i don’t erase but replace

just out the office these doctors done say i’m sick with it
i talk to prophets they knock it and say i’m sick with it
ma done bargained a coffin she say’s i’m sick with it
once forgotten now often they say i’m sick with it

- aspiring wijsdom lyrics

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