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mastamiind - everest lyrics

[verse: b.the great]

pessimistic, listen to what parents tell you not to do
taking tablets of acid, smoke weed, like the sh-t was liable
spit bars, stool, and let down on levels you on
wait until everest when the list is down, and reach out
i never respect, i’ll have mf for a starter tat
smoking on the artifact, whip and chain on neck, am i slave yet?
i don’t think i am, let this be a lesson, to ya crackerjack -ss f-ggots
plastered with nothing but traps, like you a rat in a maze
full of cheese, and you trying to please, and get ya dignity back, i’m the jackrabbit with a kangaroo back
holding a bat with boxing gloves, in my btg hat, ready to clash, nothing but sad sacks, my nuts haven’t been taken
the squirrel that would swallow them
always having a problem too, cap upon the b-st-rd in black offered the pest a miss (amiss)
rest to peace to st–z but i’m running large like it’s capital
give two f-cks if it’s rational, split your sh-t
and lickety out of my eyesight, like websites for optometrists
lop sided, f-ck property, i don’t care, ufc like the boxing league, f-ck ya peace offering, top
cross my paths like adjacent parking sp-ces
no girl in my life but they always like to go stay see
and i’m overplaying, like the radio station
you can’t take it, so listen up and embrace it
i’m encased in the goar, ready for jaws on the floor
of course, at ya door with swords, like acrobats i flip ya off
don’t give a f-ck, like cosmetology, i don’t make up
don’t know when i’m gonna stop being a pretentious f-ck
try to buck like bills, or a chicken without wings
you try but fall flying, i’m two in one, intertwined
don’t have a interest to like sh-t, froze at gun point, iceland
back in the day, n-gg-s who grew up to strict mommas
and no fathers, streets raised n-gg-s
who don’t like the idea of a scholar, either b’s or c’s see
keys they picking, and selling for money for weed on the scene, get popped, how the story end
easy peasy, t-tty squeezing, lemons in the p-ssy
now the puddy bleeding like something was wrong with tweety, thesis that i’m spitting blizzards no ice cream intact
to bring that up out rapping me is a sorbet, bad and evil is back, to reenact h-ll happen, a wordsmith in action
flipping minds like gymnastics
wear red and blue like the sh-t weren’t a problem where you from
this something to hold you n-gg-s on…

- mastamiind lyrics

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