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headline - paradox lyrics

sixteen years old, seventeen ago. the greatest rapper alive p-ssed on his throne. his vision hasn’t dies as his soul move on, i’m bringing it back makaveli reborn

bio-hazard guns, they go ra-ka-ka-ka man, ra-ka-ka-ka
bio-hazard guns, they go ra-ka-ka-ka man, ra-ka-ka-ka

rap is chemistry, i’m a scientist cookin this. loving every moment, on my path to getting rich
decapitate a rapper, then i throw him in a ditch. take a selfie next to him. then ej-cul-te his b-tch
i’ma mop the floors with you c-cky wh0r-s, take advantage of the light before they close the door
bringing knowledge to the mic, unlike ever before. hopping on the bandwagon, you know what’s in store?
we in the fight for our rights b-tch, this is war. if you don’t understand then don’t pull that card
study the game first, it ain’t that hard. then tell me that you wanna be a big rap star
this a joke, when people spit and don’t know what they’re saying. makes it harder for the m-ss to reach the rappers with a brain
the key is in the lyrics, and your taking that away, every time you don’t listen when a record is on play
these sh-tty f-ckin’ rappers only here because they lame, i’ll ignite his hair, and then hang riff raff by his chain
the sh-t that you call music, sound like michael bay produced it. a bunch of g-y effects on top of of sh-tty lyrics p–pin’
kids look up rap and see wayne and drake boomin’. download their f-ckin’ sh-t and call themselves hip hop students
but know not the message raps has to send. these sh-tty rappers are distractions, they pretend
they hone knowledge and wisdom, but in the end. they just puppets on a string making amends, for the things that were said by those who are dead. name your favorite artist, they got him, not like he didn’t know what he got in. but i digress, heroes die young again
their soul moves on to another man. to continue what the first human had planned

(twisted swing)

you rappers weak, your rhymes
make me cringe. my lines like charlie sheen on a cocaine binge. k!lling every other rapper like a c0ke game snitch
don’t you ring the feder-allies, your a broke bank b-tch
time consumes everything wreaking havoc
you rhyme that old sh-t, i mean jur-ssic. got dolla bills, and even plastic. it don’t mean d-ck, when you’re in a casket
blast it, then i’m off to sp-ce, only 16, the world is not my place. opened my eyes to this evil, then got a taste
stolen my pride an my ego, but it’s f-ckin’ fake. who will take the cake? out of all these silly rappers
go and break a leg. you got the game -ss backwards. speakin’ bout illuminati, like that’s a f-ckin factor, of you winning this thing?
nah. but who caused cancer?

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