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reference - prosody lyrics

(prod. by reference)

(verse 1)
tell you straight as this, it’s
prosody, feindin’ to hit the spot in the raps
like an injection is forcing your heart to pump corrosively
like you’re an animal, i’m an animal cursing artemis
wearing a cloth on my eyes so i could only see the darknesses
a bargain was struck like i hit it’s head on the bar i’ve placed
and don’t bother ducking cuz you haven’t got a chance to raise it
my newspaper says that modern rap is superficial
but the vibes so strong that it’s still a souled out issue
blow, i rarely miss you
you been gone for so long the absence no longer fonder
it’s 360’d back into dismissal
you’re one of them girly men up on ellipticals
because you think being a girl will stop her being menstrual
i see many men struggle, many many many
try to get the money and a girl but they’re too petty to make a penny
im’ma lay it down too heavy; it really is a deadlift
so much weight in the game, but the key is that it’s dead

(hook)
yeah, i don’t let it phaze me no-no
a dead man’s watch still telling me to go, so
i know, the skeleton inside of me
it’s bringing all the rhymes from me, and im’ma let him x2

(verse 2)
blow, blacker the heart that don’t show too much on the skin surface
i ain’t on ciggys but i got a smokers cough from my grim purpose
earnestly writing all this down so when i’m taken down
i’ve said all i can and i can let go of it all into eternity
is it just a turn of speech, lyrically i’m the best a friend
was telling me to back it up and fall into the net again
look, in the same manner that a crazy b-tch spells equestrian
you’re a coward like a pair of pigtails spells a lesbian
i’m ditcher and graver than a cold face at a tombstone
still digging my own enclosure for the sake of who i have known
you got a diaper rash around your mouth
brow rings and chillies to be hot but now the fire’s out
don’t get it twisted as half of these men’s skinny jeans
i appreciate the warmth of the b-ss when i have my dreams
but nowadays i don’t sleep see the night is too bright for
one who shuns the light, but i still fight in it despite all this
your rhymes almost broken; pathetic wooden like oaken
i’m the last of the antakarinja folk i’d never open
up like slot in this machine the token getting stuck
i’d say what i want but for this i can’t say (f-ck)

(hook)
yeah, i don’t let it phaze me no-no
a dead man’s watch still telling me to go, so
i know, the skeleton inside of me
it’s bringing all the rhymes from me, and im’ma let him x2

(verse 3)
im’ma let it out, i’m upper in the pecking order musically
but altruistically i’ve let my cash burn out into blue flame mystically
a hero like thermistaklis, i’m peeping from the mist or trees
cuz my style ain’t nothing that’s been seen in all the histories
all the different versions of it leave me choking to endorse
now i’m galloping, mane rapping till my throat gets ho-rs-
yeah, watchu got, i’m growing up you growing ovaries
with you lesser men you can’t compete with prosody
it’s prosody, yeah man…

don’t expect no pulled punches
this is just the beginning

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