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parallelz [cliff clavin & buttatones] - living art lyrics

[cliff clavin]

cliff get it popping, nah
i get it cracking like your ribs b-tch and you about to witness a homicide
body beats, murderlizing microphones
you oughta be inferior to me or mr. tones
so pardon me if i’m projecting aggression
verbal barbarian get you wrecked in a session
my primitive image is symbiont no gimmicks in this
just k!lling sh-t from beginning to finish
i drop the bomb leaving rappers airborne
and i write so many rhymes the metacarpal in my hand gone
too many talking tough with them and they mans on
only time you playing friction’s when you giving out handjobs
i’ll bring the heat singing 16’s, it’s doc gooden
we doing music when the rest of y’all couldn’t
gunning for these rappers man y’all better start running
cuz when i come around, oh boy watch your number

[hook – tones]
when i diss your squad it’s to prove your sh-t ain’t hard
we are living art, you’re better off tryna spit at god
cuz the mind’s sicker and the mud’s thicker
you die quicker man, i could give a f-ck with ya
[2x]

[tones]

design rhymes like da vinci, i’ll make your pen bleed
drink tears of wannabes, write with blood of pure emcees
born ready, holding a gallon of gasoline
free a bad 16 and still smash your spleen
a math degree, i mean wallace in a bag
they aren’t hardcore no more, they following the f-gs
swallowing a gag, when i laugh it sound like a cackle
when these clowns get me out the underground to battle
i climb out the gates, spit my rhymes in your face
quit rap once again and make a dime give me brains
in a race to the end, you stuck in the middle
you heard a blah-blah don’t even give a f-ck a little
one punch would k!ll you, your tissue’s made of pillow
you did it to yourself, diss you cuz you play with d-ld-s
blaze an ill flow like setting fire to my pew
you make liars out the youth, we inspire with the truth

(hook)

[coal cash]

i’ll rip certainly, cleaning your cervix on a murder spree
decree a lethal verdict when i split your skull vertically
serving it perfectly, surging a circuit to murk the beat
the streets keep nervous, my purpose to murder circus free
i speak the furnace heat, eating through burners
when it turn to beef the feast on the surface release the serpent beast
cease your service, a wordsmith splitting [?burgers?]
i’ma burn this b-tch bad and make flags of your epidermis
i’ma turn this cannibal pick in my t–th with your clavicle
got a magical d-ck, plug a drip in your b-tch’s v-g-n-l
spit mechanical with a clique of the sickest animals
a gravital force with the thoughts that’ll warp your manual
an annual visit to this granular called the planet
?? famish fakes, stuff face with a taste of granite
so panic like it ain’t safe, it’s a raid from outer sp-ce
with a taste for cadavers, a hazard of savage hate

(hook)

- parallelz cliff clavin buttatones lyrics

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