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kr - poetic death lyrics

spitting that sick sh-t, i’m past vomit
promise when i speak my metaphors sound like gun violence
violence on my street, no cops involved, just evolvers of helicopters
and news reporters who borders the truth and report disorder
the ? scorchin, scorching the power of flower flame
the fluent influential flute that’s overpowering my reign
that’s my raindrops, you just hoping my reign stops
the takeover and i’m just trying to win dough to make the pain stop
writing down these lyrical demons until my brain pop
popping at you pop core rappers until your b-tter stop
you better stop, shooting the uzi will make you lean and rock
wrong place, shoot you in the pelvis mr. cheddar bob
looking in the mirror and i’m seeing a reflection
of many people that died who’s beautiful souls in heaven
that’s caused by the mac-11, 11 shots to your back in the back of the ‘lac
your homie shot you, homies ain’t homies, watch ’em
when i rap it’s gotta be something serious
punchlines leave you out in the days like you’re delirious
delinquent, all these rap artists are my s-m-n
bouta ej-cul-te and bust a nut just for the grieving
the fakeness of the rap game, i seen it before
5 steps ahead like i seen it before
you thirsty n-ggas need to swim to sh0r-
not even submarines can travel deep enough to find my lyrics, i’m sure
i write in my casa ’til life’s sweet, piñata
my voice will reach over millions if god’s giving an honor
i honor heavenly father, the father of the disciples
if homies turn into rivals, your rivals turn into rifles
the rifles blast at your bible, was k!lling all your beliefs
the belief that the lord is good becomes vanished in these streets
i just vanished within the beat, turned the homie just got a piece
so he lit it up, p-ss around like kim kardashian’s “p”
the prosperity of the “p’ put these n-ggas in agony
agony is frustrating me, so i take it out on this beat
’til the beat is completely beat
like a million shots to a cheek or a million shots to the knee
leave you handicapped in the streets
scream and hollering “no police”
cause you black and it’s k!lling me that my people are suffering from the violence within the streets
i’m the voice of the younger teens for the vocals cannot breath
i’m the breath of stability when my voice go on these beats

- kr lyrics

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