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harryflores – superlyricism lyrics

[intro]
boutta unleash on this beat
got the sun within my reach
y’all are under me you sheep
thought you b-ms could run with me?

[verse one]
i’m
goin at opponents in this moment you the slowest g i’m
focused and the wokest you a broke b-tch always smoking weed here’s
notice that you bogus and i notice you can’t flow with me the
pope says no atonement cause he knows that i’m the dopest (preach!)

the
lowest priest knows when i go in the ring k!ll em with only a swing
i’m on the throne of a king can win so many rings so when i sing rappings the
holiest thing i can flow really fast or slow and still have opponents in
casts that’s how it goes with the cash now i switch up the tone on your -ss

cause i
strike like lightning you a type like mice and
i’m a man john steinbeck one sec soundcheck
one two punch you kung fu uh ooh
uh oh must go run flow muscles

i like to vary the shows i might go bury the hoes
i have scary baritones even bears can’t bear it yo
my raps merit stares and oh’s at the top i’m there alone
here it goes weird like mose look at good cat harry flow!

comin up on motherf-ckers like you’re oedipus
musta cut ya suckers b-tter sliced to settle this i
fill up all your caskets and i k!ll you on -ss-ssin sh-t you
hurt me i’m a m-s-ch-st so all i do is laugh a bit you

sacrificed like rams or kids you cats ain’t nice as latin in
manhattan is you sacrilegious i am not a pacifist i’ll
grab you stab you m-ssacre everyone you b-st-rd b-tch i’m
accurate and that precision blasts your limbs and that’s the difference

back to p-ssing on everyone last position except for one
rappin sh-t that you never done that’s the picture i said it hon
rapper b-tches yo let’s be blunt “p-ss the spliff” that’s so deaded son!
motivation fo’ the game a rappin wizard that’s ready young

18 years past millennium b-tch face me know that i’m rending hundreds
crazy when rapping i’m aiming for platinum bane of the trap and in sailing the captain
failing to stop me you -n-s will copy greatest like rocky so play this you c-cky
b-tches and witches will stay while i body the tracks cause in fact you in jail and you’re sloppy

escape the monotony so fast there is no radar guys
i’m so clutch but i’m f-cking automatic so go pay the price
i’m not talking bout ice like all those smaller than mice
nice when i destroy the headphones cause i k!ll the beats when i’m rocking with my

[chorus]
super lyricism super lyricism
punishing is my mission. kickin -ss while you kiss em y’all have
loser lyricism loser lyricism
none of you have any rhythm because you do not have sh-t for ammunition

[verse two]
future emperor, losers meant for a sh-t
lifestyle right now poodles enter the
home of the doberman know it’s all over when i be-
gin to explode missiles overflowing emotions then

y’all don’t
have pistols for pencils so while i’m rolling and coasting man you’ve
opened yourself… to implosion with no intent cause i’m
poking head out the den boutta rend these cowards and terror-
rize, scare the guys who wear the ice and now is then

manhattan harry’s vocabulary will vaporize all his adversaries
capillaries dumber cats of mumble rap leave fast ain’t tary that is
scary trappers ferry away so they ain’t get clapped and buried but it
isn’t enough business is tough you’ve written sh-t stuff i’m ripping it up
have you in a struggle screaming uncle just like arete
when alcinous has s-x with her yes it’s the odyssay
stopping me’s probably impossible y’all should pray i don’t
go off on you blow pops lollipops what i’m tryna say is you’ve

sticks up your -ss you’re decrepit silly no s-ss and pathetic
invincible syllables fill the flow will i go flip on your -sses then exit
pitiful literal cl-toral b-tches my minimal is ya flow pinnacle which is
sh-t of bull diss-able unoriginal i’m finna blow and i won’t miss it

indomitable and you know it (and you know it)
i am god little spittle and i gotta show it
i can prove it like my boy deshaunie holtman
i am rolling never stopping you all watching

frozen no profit your in red cause that’s the cost of slowin
sloppy bowmen missing shots just know i’m gettin close and
i’ll hit bulls eye i wince oh my at the spindle on which your sewing
clothes and you lose all the time that’s why they call you mr. no-win

destroying this for you boy here’s a corkscrew
done not needing it just released all this whup-ss corpse, you of course lose
hammered pounded slamming you in the ground thor like i’m norse too
y’all steal lines you didn’t write so i’ll enforce you into orange suits

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