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jeremiah jetpack - pop filter lyrics

[verse 1: jetpack]

used to be perplexed about my ps and all my esses
so i copped a f-cking filter now its time to get aggressive
and i’m probably the prettiest to permeate the scene
potentially the wittiest act you’ve ever seen
on the road or you heard it through the headphones
swervin’ in the dirt with the bones and the headstones
cemetary jetpack, i wreck cats, you don’t wanna hear the lead clap
better take a step back or throw the elbows
and i’m swimming laps through a sea of h-llos
when i’m on the mic. all you get are swell flows
cause heaven only knows that my rhythm correct
and you can check that i’m not the best but i pay my respect to the greats in the rap game
no one can copy my flow and n-body can rap this fast mang
walking, talking, sleeping rhyme zone
out-bongrip every human in my time zone
i ring ding dong syllabastic fantastic
writer’s block is over now im sliding like some chapstick

[interlude: jetpack]
mind racing fast when i’m smoking on the gas
if you want to breathe, youre gonna need a hazmat
hit the bong: never hack, hit the toll: ez p-ss
and i got some sh-t to say so i’m about to spit some facts

[verse 2: jetpack]
used to be perplexed about ps and all my esses
now i’m popping in the studio, the beats become aggressive and
i’m skeptical of people who seem permanently plain
so i’m aiming down the reticle, that red dot on your brain
not if you’re a human, only if you’re playing call of duty zombies or
jumanji with wasabi i’m the papi like i’m
big homie ortiz with the big st–ze
puffin on the trees and the beats by dewees
couple rips from the bong got the kid feeling up
feelin’ lit, feelin’ high, feelin’ fly, i’m the guy to surprise
your b-tch with my d-ck
count on that like geno smith with the pick
wanna rip but i can’t find my bic
i think i need to light this spliff with a f-cking match stick
cause i’m sick and i spit off the top of the dome in the mother-f-cking studio
follow rules loosely on college ruled loose leaf
and when i’m on the beat the sh-t is loopy and wacky
and when i get the treat b-tch i’m scooby and sh-ggy
the mystery machine krispy kreme clean bing!

- jeremiah jetpack lyrics

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