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daezhon moore - 6070 freestyle lyrics

[verse: dae]

6070
double-cl!ck, let it load
cold shoulder the eskimo
bumping “the next episode,”
pssshhh – just how we get it bro
don’t ask – don’t tell
make it a point of pride that i don’t p-ss broke l’s
the joint lasts… h-ll, maybe a couple of minutes?
me and few homies
the ladies in double digits
look
the trouble isn’t shoes too big to fill
b-tch, i’m an invasive species
i move in to k!ll
in the booth? keep it real
got a gal!ck gun and corner him
as bad of an historian as a valedictorian
rapping to accordion by mf doom
as we whip it down the freeway beneath a crescent moon
i get depressed by tunes that my peers give praise to
it’s like – rewrite your past, sell out, and they’ll raise you
went from eloheinu
to f.a.c.e.b.o.o.k. dude
more dazed (days) than may-june
pill-popping creludes
thrill-shopping breakthroughs
rock bottom as cave ruins
but stouck got ’em to stay tuned in with the lines i wrote
higher zone than fighter drone
switchblade kaleidoscope
c’mon… it’s kind of dope
to fake f-cks who think the microphone’s the lightest load
try delighting those convinced that you’re too white to flow
aight
i’ll smear b-tter on the sear suckers
of any b-tch-hipster that’s flipping quarters like deer hunter
yippie!
and that’s all you got to know about me
that, and the collective wouldn’t throw a show without me
rep dc
fresher than fiji
when you walk like a warrior
no steps are easy – why?
cause mo fo’s bet that i was rubbish
but shiii, i’m so fly – carried on like overhead luggage
when i was sober, i was sluggish
but i got around that
out snipe the combat
bowling team got it down pat
i camouflage my sabotage
make it look average
cater to the catelog
hot box the campus quad
mac like macintosh
you play how you practice dawg
and when my lyric on
my spririt bomb gone dragon ball – z
see, there’s no adjective to describe it
my objective is to brighten as selective as a hyphen
check it and get in line kid
it’s opening night
shout out to all my cl-ssmates that didn’t know i could write
let alone murder a mic every night; no question
question – how does one perfect perfection?
the lesson here is that you can’t unless you’re me
but if you want to learn yourself – press repeat

-dae

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