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b-ly & willfake - odds lyrics

[ verse 1 : willfake ]
they say rap’s oddish, when i’ma do i meet odds
no one knows rhapsody, let me show you the methods
n-body supports me, no one roots for me
i’ve been monitored by the tormentors and that dragoons me
i feel i’m not me, that’s why i am f-cking willfake
my soul has been gone and it feels no p-ssion anymore
hip-hop makes me know that when i’m low, it lets sadness go
slowly you hear it, know it that it makes you feisty
put the pain in lyric so no dyspeptic
don’t judge music by melody but see the meaning
though i think you may loathe it like madeline to minnie
don’t be so cold, do you get it?

[verse 2 : b-ly]
i’m persevering in this ring of fire
to the day i strangle these liars
who said the rap is worse than choir
so reset these melodic tunes higher as fly
i swat and drop them off
even i’ll chop green day and sluggin’ ‘em with hair-dryer
‘cause you’re gonna hope that i hop off the summit i’ve been reachin’, so goddammit
my hips ain’t breakin’, we only get stronger
f-ck those every -sses to the second randall park opened up his eyes
till dj snake didn’t need gl-sses, i won’t stop, b-tch, i’m so high
up on the tower, you better throw in a towel
‘cause your f-ckin’ status’ lower than a snake’s belly!
[verse 3]
[willfake]
y’all think all rappers are poor, they ain’t got ‘em
it’s just what it looks like, just what they say about ‘em
rappers started from the scratch; the bottom
look at ‘em, dre, eminem, 50 take a bath in dimes
busta, a$ap rocky, and jay-z, well, he’s so wealthy fine

[b-ly]
really, bill will kill hillbillies here, still fullfill the pill
those wooden-headeds gon’ eat hatred what they muster
the monster shed the thoughts down to the masterpiece
faster or soon, they’ll be l-sterin’
these f-ckin’ koala bears stay layin’ and they’ll be fl-sterin’

[willfake]
it’s not about talking fast and talk about -ss
rap lyrics contain spirit
dirty lyrics? your minds need to clear it
what you mean to winnow me with it?
i will pinch your navel with three t–zers
and cut it out through scissors, tear it
place a diet sugar inside and let it be eaten by emmet, simmer it
it’s a rap, i stay superb and strong, sh-t it

[b-ly]
give me a duster! entire these cold fishes are squalid
at their gulls i’ll look green around
all of this cl-ster’s despondent of r&b
so sh-tty letters i’ve received from the correspondents
they are envious, yeah, monkey’ll see, monkey’ll do

- b ly willfake lyrics

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