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bluvelv, freezepark, rayzor - mama mia lyrics

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[verse 1: freezepark]

and i be sayin’ like before ++ all sailors, swim back, swim back
gather all the life+rafts, cuz this sh+t sinks fast
think back to your secrecy and relish in the shade
cuz now the sun gettin’ hotter, and the eyes gon’ start to sway
when your record’s getting played, your image is getting prayed
spray some raid, cuz these roaches are biting up for a grade
they gon’ get that straight+a with this joke that he made
bout some out+of+bounds terms that we couldn’t swing today
pull his sponsors, and the deal they honor with the monster
and conjure up some more slander, don’t make them ponder
this sh+t is only a year+or+two long trip
around a globe of tight+knits darting names and biting lips
standing on stage spewing screwball+stew meant to inflict
now, tell me why these clown+ass rappers involve their kids?
aye, i guess if publicly i’m all+self, then all’s well
’til you’re hiding in the back playing all+tell like praswell
them double+standards be ready for fast money
chalk up all the rapper traits that pander ’til the dollars dummy
the mold is shapen, ain’t no room for optimism
we not having pride rappers, keep that sh+t straight voyeurism
yes, keep the copper rakin’ with your banger
preach ’em to the choir bout how “pride’s the real danger”
even though we see you suckin’ jimmy in your ranger
i’m king sid, rid the game of fake painters
[verse 2: bluvelv]

keep the talk hush hush, don’t change your legend status
hide ya hate away like p+rno mags under the mattress
we love to show love preached out onto the audience
regressing backstage with a backwards brain
ya got a secret 16 on your first demo tape
undercover bible thumper, pushing morals onto mates
too many takes on ya plate, hmm, how will that age?
think ya hitting home runs, still limping to the base
if i spit it to same bass then they won’t catch that
backpedal with some tweets so they hop off my ass
“i’m crass!”, my excuse for being full of sh+t
hey indoctrinated kids, can you spell “hypocrite”?
all i ask is step back, take a glance at the bigger picture
don’t complain ya losing gigs when you got no mental filter
the mics get taken away and you’re left spitting
for your ma, dad and sister in the empty bleachers
oh man, now how does that feel?
so bad, whose to blame for this deal?
myself, and with the tune of this song
i tell ya exactly how your ass went wrong, i’m gone



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