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sam lee - nobody's perfect lyrics

flow automatic don’t need practice
we drug addicts that relapsing
like michael phelps got the weed p-ssing
and getting gold medals while relaxing
i’m steve jackson
witnessing murder got birds on my shoulder i’m the captain
we weed packing
flow you ain’t heard of that’s k!lling observers
i’ve been rapping
am-ssing cadavers i’ve been snapping
hazard to rappers i’ve been lapping
they’ve been napping
sleeping on me the elite on the beat who they’ve been lacking
they need tracks
with that mean rap
till i spit that
you ain’t seen shat
and i mean that
rhymes be so pure in these lines and i’m sure you can’t beat that
everybody doubt me just because i’m out the
villy where it’s chilly ‘stead of coming out of south beach
nah ain’t lebron man i do it all without the
heat got it raining while everyone else in drought see
oddysy getting brains like a harvard grad
i’m winning cause these rappers are r-t-rded man
embarr-ssing themselves cause they lost and the best won
and all i can say is on to the next one
yeah on to the next one
nightmares cause i’m the one that they rest on
think my flow is cheesy i’m about to put the zest on
stuck in the middle without even a vest on
every single night man
i be up and writing
hoping i don’t plummet the summit look so inviting
every single night man
every single night man
repping sturgeon heights man
courage on my right hand
high in the sky and i ain’t even got a flight plan
piece holy so i guess jesus will be my hype man
like d-mn he hitting them all with nice jams
so better move back
every line got em saying d-mn how he do that
with every single new rap
getting out my name like every single new tracks
got em saying who’s that
hope i never lose that
gotta keep em guessing they stressing after a few laps
get em buzzing like cousins after a few jacks
east side living so you know i’m bout that boom bap
rhymes like a 44
been here running so what you gotta be sore for
known as a gunner so i guess i gotta score more
no runner ups i be taking that ring like mordor
flow unrealistic all of yall had yall chance but you missed it
now it’s time to make way for the misfits
and if you don’t like that then dance up on this d-ck
we the sickest linguists
people be like are they even speaking english
peep the illness
flowing like poets we so in the moment when we be in this
so please witness
this mean sickness
my ill mind
and i be vicious
i steal lives
and i see twisted
these rappers i’m eating are delicious
i mean business
i’m taking over
this crack music
that baking soda
man f-ck school
and f-ck staying sober
i’m blowing the f-ck up like supernovas

- sam lee lyrics

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