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jxckal - doa lyrics

[intro]
yeah yeah
i’m way up, way up, way
let’s f-cking go

[verse 1]
to everyone who think that my last sh-t was trash
like the vocals too in your face
well how bout that?
with the way i’m feeling on wax
could make a million in business and not even rap
retire at 25 what’s triller than that?
my verses got shakespeare itching to scr-p
can’t mix the women with liquor without getting attached
even donald can’t call fake news on that, all facts
live lessons for all the gang
wrote a lot of bars in lectures, i paid em for that
still came out with a first in physics, i was bored in the lab
missing coursework all for a rack
could say i kept that under wraps
boy making thriller look wack
you are all jack’s sons, and i ain’t talking michael
i am talking vital, i am talking rivals
and if you say he just okay
then i’m talking libel
i ain’t even need a beat to write to
i ether every feature and make the speaker fight you
i ain’t even need a mic, i k!ll a freakin haiku
on poetry slam night, i could recite you
nine verses about how your boys don’t even like you
they just need background sh-t to vibe to
even wack mcs ain’t wanna bite you
say you real then you imagining, no camera flashing him
new religion paint me the antichrist, i put the p-ssion in
you boys is arrogant, all you say is disparaging
go the distance running tracks like london marathons
your song like leg day, i skip it and still trample you
this what the bad marriage of bon iver and trap’ll do
i’m just disappointed, i ain’t even mad at you
sick of the “if i ain’t gon make it, then you can’t” att-tude
i only got respect for ogs and that’s it motherf-cker
if you ain’t a real one to me then you ain’t sh-t motherf-cker
so if you listening expecting to get lit motherf-cker
why the f-ck you listening to this motherf-cker?
this is it motherf-cker, load up the clip motherf-cker
call em twister bullets, have you doing splits motherf-cker
talking big, but knew you was b-tch motherf-cker
know you got the sauce, when it gets hot you dip motherf-cker
clever ain’t it, run and tell your neighbors when he put pen to paper
ain’t n-body safe i can’t even debate it
playing with razor blades is dangerous ain’t no debating
but with wit as sharp as this it might just be safer
i ain’t really wanna rap but you forced my hand
called the candy man now trying to ram him back into bag
riding with the back of van, this paddy wagon is packed
coming back with a bang, like liverpool v milan

[outro]
oh this a warning
yeah this a warning
oh this a warning
try tell me i ain’t the one, i ain’t the one, i ain’t the one to run from
try tell me, try tell me that i ain’t the one
oh this a warning
oh this a warning
oh this a warning
i’ll run up on him
oh this a warning
i’ll run up on him
oh this a warning

- jxckal lyrics

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