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defcee & boathouse - boxing bullets lyrics

[verse 1:defcee]
all these statistics they’re using to prove they’re superrappin
and they aren’t qualified enough to ask me soup or salad
stereotypical jew–i’ll take their due and tax it
heavy as the scent of jasmine blowin through damascus
been senpai since high school, so what they’ve written
is just a prism i’m bending light through
posted at the end of time, watchin the signs move
iq measured by hieroglyphics inside tombs
the legend foretold by opium visions
and möbius strips of lyrics that i’ve honed to precision
turn a goat to kronos gyro meat hope bro tears don’t leak
‘cuz we’ve broken sharper front lines into widows peaks
this ain’t deja vu it’s another ass whooping
any crash i may have has a cash cushion
when they’re ego tripping, it’s a bad booking
they ain’t better that’s just the scent of their glass cookin

[verse 2: solarfive]
i got a habit that i managed to convert into a living so i practice voodoo magic i’mma pass it to my children
if you ask him who the baddest show nuff, my style is different now imagine all the baggies i done left up in this building
suit up 15 with an ace in a hole get you seven
that’s the guy but your faith is enclosed
n+ggas lay still can’t find a place in the fall
father power that it’s on the n+gga [??] to a hall
i ain’t got the glock peeking stuck to the pot clean it
rushed to the dock bleed it
love and will not leave it pump ’em
not breathing as levels we not even metal the mouth breathers that proper more n+ggas six feet the social distancing
you haven’t overcoming if it’s triggering
no trial no witnesses told tag
that’s their way down to the ligaments it’s the getting
it’s the ghost whispering
[verse 3: greensllime]
the beat float like a house on a boat i throw what broke a or weld to catch a throat choking on blood
slumped over smoking a slug
you’re holding the grudge, but every time the spoker was loved
that’s why i’m confused can’t explain why you do what you do
i work at jiffy lou b+tch i’m a fool with the tool
i set the car on fire b but you want it to crispy like a four+piece from popeye’s biscuit on the side sweet tea rice and beans
that are hot fries you can tell that i’m hungry if i don’t eat then sh+t get ugly like vinnie paz crying to kid cudi box like the kid cuddy why season 3 we bay with the big snubby?
your baby mama hate me, but you can’t love me i put your playstation on ebay told a little n+gga
you won’t play a game get the gym run me

- defcee boathouse lyrics

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