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$ir lt - microphone slayer lyrics

verse 1: $ir lt
yeah, uh
i’m just hungry for success, and bein’ better than yesterday
distractions bug me in a way, to a point where i can’t measure pain
music’s therapeutic and fills voids, so i don’t get led astray
and i bet ya knew it, different hertz when i levitate
never trapped in society, been lookin’ for a clever way
to escape the maze, and get paid, for what i say
from the textures and each verses, in these songs that i slay
b+tch n+ggas told me to quit, but that ain’t enough to put my pen away
school environment was tough and botted, so i had to get away
i don’t talk a bunch of nonsense, like a f+ckin’ teachers lecture
she want a private view of the c+ckpit, and imma let her
no one’s ever gon’ stop this, stay quiet and don’t sweat the
technique, couple good mc’s, but the rest weak
currently paintin’ my picture, so f+ck waitin’ ’til next week
pick a flow, i got plenty, lil n+gga do not test me
these lyrics like clips, i let ’em loose ’til it’s empty

hook: $ir lt
i don’t really give a f+ck about no hater
cause one you really doin’ good, then they hate ya
focused on the mission, ’cause i’m driven to the paper
given the description, i’m a microphone slayer
i don’t really give a f+ck about no hater (uh)
cause one you really doin’ good, then they hate ya (hate ya)
focused on the mission, ’cause i’m driven to the paper (paper)
given the description, i’m a microphone slayer
verse 2: $ir lt
now get ready, that was heavy, but my style ain’t trendy
yeah, i know, surprising right? you can see i’m risin’ high
you could catch me ridin’ bikes, or in the back writin’ rhymes
my business? i am mindin’ mine, loa i am sightin’ dimes
not fightin’ crimes, wavy my witness, and i ain’t hidin’ lies
these n+ggas think cause i’m black, that imma fight crimes?
instead i’m aimin’ scopes, don’t drop the soap once in ya lifetime
k!llin kittens in the game, like they ain’t got nine lives
my lyrics layered, i’m currently in my own zone (ozone)
bodies in duffle bags, since double pack, my life’s been so dope
i took off like a pogo, no longer friends with bozo’s
i got the keys to stack the cheese, cause i’m a g no polo!

- ir lt lyrics

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