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mychelle lee - blind lyrics

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[verse]
you too poetic, this rappin
you can’t be sympathetic
all in yo’ feelins’ explaining it
like you that pathetic

that’s for the birds
so i’m chucking up that
deuce deuce
think i’m losin’ it
maybe, but i ain’t bruce bruce

that adolescent, perplexing
mind frame of second guessin’
got yo’ attention held captive
like an impressive lesson

don’t k!ll the art of expression

let go that knife mayne
from out my back, all i’m sayin is that
this life mayne

im writin’ records, from recollections
of past tense
for future reference
correcting, the worse of ideas

it’s beneficial but not enough
to get an “acclause”
thats word to bobbe j
they live in land of the lost

what’s the point of a verse if you don’t
want the lyrics
what’s the point of a dream if you ain’t moving near it
what’s the point of a mirror if you ain’t checkin’ appearance
it’s like you born wit’ a brain
that you got up on clearance

readjust it, yo head
snapback to custom fitted

you too committed
you trippin, do this well past my finish

past been acquitted, my future is likely goin’ wit’ it
approval don’t need it because this plan been implemented

[hook]
so ruthless
they made you look
blind sided by the words in a tight hook
pay attention cuz you twisted got yo brain took
pick up a book youngin’
get out and do somethin’

[verse 2]
bob rossin it
while they tracing the outline
runnin’ off at ya mouth
don’t make you einstein

e equals an mc with squared lines
rooted beyond you zeros
that can’t ever be multiplied

conjunction junction, my function
it gets the job done
you ill advised for requesting it be my last one

whole hearted, i does it like my big name sean
ain’t even famous, but these words you gon’ wanna p-wn

emeralds and rubies, yours truly
drop gems like cartier
crystals rockin’ like audigier
checking systems like rda

this dietary supplement,supplement
what your body lacks
a heapin’ bowl of sustenance
punishing after school snacks

comparing me to comparisons is kinda wack
what’s even worse is your comparisons ain’t talkin’ back
they mute spittahs, like the silence on a mustang
it’s time to make noise
rev it up we into big bangs

- mychelle lee lyrics

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