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daniel monroe - double roe 7 lyrics

[intro]
i admire your courage, miss uh…
trench
sylvia trench
i admire your luck, mister…..
bond
james bond
mr. bond, suppose you wouldn’t care to, um, raise the limit?
i have no objections

aye, yo
if y’all don’t mind, i gotta do a word test before i can rhyme on the record
just to keep me lyrically balanced
so please excuse me, okay

[hook]
brain + target
history + margin
family + severance
weakness + leverage
mic + weapon
subliminal + lesson
rhymes + ammo
records + channel
rules + exploit
direct + destroy
chance + take
class + trained
rap + enjoyment
murder + employment
women + fun
enemies + done
[verse 2]
quarterback the quartermaster
sword match with th+rn daggers
the poor b+st+rd had more to answer
motion capture shot his cloaked blaster
surviving dead man hands, my targets fold back faster
backgammon to blackjack, the biggest hand displays showmanship after
when there’s madness in march, i’ll be waking up in the a&m
committing lyrical regicide to rap kings once my lines slay ’em
throwing slander at me while your true philosophy hides beneath your slogan
once i catch him in texas, i will million dollar dreamer hold ’em
caught in a money undertow once the illiquid riptide rises
that’s why d+ck+n+ass tru lyricist can never live the high life
using the uk treasury as my personal credit card
tormenting illiterates with blogs after they reddit hard
super bulletproof aston martins turns on the armistice charm
your type of injuries will make you wish to rub a pharmacist’s jar
with the replica of the beretta, mastering goshinkwai to kickbox
stealing parachutes mid drop, crush a man’s skull with flip flops
i’m a cynical individual that went through h+ll and back
after everything i went through, my mind could still be intact
with the smallest walther, i shot a man named walter
drinking water, thinking improper, it got so hot, i’m breaking thermometers
golden crosshairs in my eyes and i never miss
no family etiquette and i don’t feel like to reminisce
behind my debonair smile and british wit
is a broken soulless sh+ll with no boundaries trying to finish it
no wire on me when the subdermal neurophone is in stock
diversely driving boutiques and exotics, lambos to saabs
even shooting all types, carbines, new gens, even mosin nagants
as i’m chilling in majorca, the gsoat is one of the chosen gods
[outro]
too bad you have to go, just as things were getting interesting
yes
tell me, miss trench, do you play any other games?
i mean, besides “chemin de fer”?
hmm, golf amongst other things
tomorrow afternoon, then
tomorrow? let me see…
and, uh, we could have dinner afterwards, perhaps?
sounds tempting
may i, um, let you know in the morning?
splendid, my number’s on the card

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