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otitis - boom+bap lyrics

[verse 1 + bmag]

i’m black magic redacted
it’s mr. black backpack with the jacket
aside from the fact their advising me that
when provided with slaps, i attack it

my cynergy homie done told me we gotta
rap some tracks and capture the masses
but if i’m gonna live at the top with these
rumbles and echoes, i’d rather be nasus

is it fortune or fascist?
potato : tomato: they’re never the same
unless you’re just there for the day?
take out the p, m, then the lettuce remain

you still get a salad of words:
only the truth lies in a head of romaine
fruit flies would be dead in the brain
too wise, i’m ahead of my lane

but what good is the “wise” if they never
know what happened, so it’s never in question
the flows i tap in: it would second their guessing
but coldest rapping: it would never impress ’em
does melody open the scene? (yes)
808s from a maschine (press)
tie ’em together and dry ’em like leather;
am i eddie gein or a seamstress?

i seem stressed (why?)
i think it’s the pressure of knowing
that given expression of flowing
admidst of a lesson is holding
us in a depressing component
of pay structures and revenue
confessions from a fella who never knew

it’s better you put cheddar wherever you
see the bread and green you can get between
and if that completes your order, you can dead the dream

yet i’m an artist
grinding zeal to make the sparks
my blood is teal, but i’m with parks
don’t got the feel to write no baby sharks

this dirty underground hip+hop is a passion from mama’s womb
substantial from the sac to the tomb
like a motorcycle and head+on impact to it’s doom
you’ll hear the alpha and omega with the bap and the boom
[verse 2 + otitis]

they call me otitis
proclaimed as infectious to ears who ain’t biased
i paint ’em a message to veer who defy us
this game lookin’ pestilent’s dear to my eyes

so the best of the best i appeal to and climb up, high up
up in the atmosphere’s where you find us
get at my twin and you messin’ your mind up
told him “it’s time, bruh”

fixin’ the weak with no hammer or pliers
n0body speakin’, the matters are mine, yuh
takin’ they seat, and i managed the kind
they resumé liars, dead on appliance

faith in us to the holy heavens
i don’t play no games, but claimin’ that my whole league legends

settin’ the pace for the endin’ of this phase, that the kids made
all the hits played bring me disdain, they some p+ss+stains that could lip+sang
wanted dis+taince from these sh+t+brains
like in biscane, or a brisbane, but i bit, stayed
you a mis+take: vertical slit to your wrist, mang, please
don’t forget to say the name right, b+tches
only rappin’ with bmag and he the same type: vicious
hope and pray they got some class, if so, the game might pick us
kept my brain, no tits and ass gon’ help me claim my riches

i ain’t never gon’ sell my craft to get the pop one’s flow
rather, i pray for the last dab just like the hot ones show
waitin’ for mic+in+hand pass just like the clock run slow
bet i’ll receive the last laugh, inhale a c+ck, y’all, choke, ha

i won’t marry human, groom to this rap
since the zune, we movin’ tracks, bet we improved to the max
tfe the sleeping giant, bet the movement is back
we the alpha and omega with the boom and the bap

- otitis lyrics

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