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lago - lgiv lyrics

[verse 1: invade]
i spit it lyrical
lyrics are d-mn near cynical
retaking, i’m raising the bar with every syllable
make it diminishing finishing any pitiful
excuse for backing down it’d be a miracle
to see me lose it or witnessing any visible
pain that i’m going through trust me it’s strictly clinical
straight jackets on, off and on this sh-t is difficult
anyways moving on this sh-ts the pinnacle

[verse 2: lago]
i don’t know what you think when you’re coming and bringing it
and get approval like it was the illest mj hit
record it, leave the studio, then go and hear ya spit
and realize you’re a tragical lyrical misfit
see i don’t need to pack the bullets your gun’ll be stuck with
i have the lyrical sk!lls that you’re gonna be stuck with
pack it up and leave it! beat it!
the music business is depleted
and n-body’s gonna want you to be stuck with
so take your demo cds, drive away in lamborghinis
knee before mcs so they see you do not disagree
these hyped, trap, overpaid, fake gs
overcome your fears and become fierce in this worlds’ beat
sitting in this motherf-cking chair, (wait)
waiting that everything is gonna become complete
b-mping in a note here and there, (eight)
years to go and we are going to compete

[verse 3: invade]
wait! hold up man let me slow this sh-t, (down)
don’t understand what you’re saying like a chinaman, bound
to f-ck up or misspeak or run amok and then midweek
i’ll bust em up you can come see or seek or shriek or am unique?!
enough to start my own brand handing
down the mic to lago standing
next to me on stage
destroying everything, aren’t we outstanding
mics get p-ssed around faster than chinese airline crash landing
debating whether or not we gon have the cash banking

[verse 4: lago & invade]
i’ll bank my cash, when h-ll freezes over
and i get colder with a scent of hades odour
(i’m getting richer without a b-tch or a snitch behind me
making so much money till i’m a mercedes owner.)
no range rover not when rage is taking over
(i’m driving worse than an addict, a f-cking stoner.)
with addition, the ambition to run you over
(nah i don’t have it, at least that’s what i told her.)
all these other rappers are corrupt
i hate their style
(wait! can i interrupt?)
sure whatcha got?
(you’re not giving them a shot
i think you’re being too harsh on the new blood in the game.)
i’m new myself b-tch!
i ain’t got no fame
(you just call me a b-tch?!)
oh come on man i’m just playing
(f-ck that! i’ll grab my ak and just start spraying!)
calm down! how did this get outta hand, are you insane?
all these new rappers sound the same man
don’t get me wrong i don’t wanna blame them
(i get it you’re more mc ren, i’m more eminem.)
d-mn hold up, he da man!
(the f-ck are we arguing about then?!)

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