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samuel vincent - caliburnus cocktail lyrics

say hi to your highness
i write rhymes like the finest
but you write rhymes like you’re blinded by five smiling sirens
divine timing
so high like i’m sky climbing
your brain packed, all you have in your mind is fine dining
but the breathing will cease
you the wrong puzzle for fitting this piece
i take your bread like i’m feeding these geese
i’m the undertaker, lose your life after all
i drug the pallbearers and watch your f+cking casket fall
i leave you drawn and quartered half passed a c+ck’s crow
even an ice age won’t melt down this hot flow
i don’t give a sh+t like a baby that’s constipated
a kiss of death for these cousins but they not related
listen
i grab the rock like my b+lls itchy
i’m crazy as f+ck in the set like i’m klaus kinski
i stopped coming to the cyph ‘cuz you all shifty
i’m the leader of the new age, who all with me

any time you spit it’s funny rap
bury you in the necropolis with mummy wrap
it’s funny that all you care about is money rap
i enter acre with nothing but a bl++dy map
just admit all my tracks are your favorite song
and we going back and forth like we playing pong
atari, drop you off in the safari, harare
hold your sack like you carry laundry
you call yourself a martyr but you arafat
i keep a meteorite dagger in a camera pack
i break a drawbridge with nothing but my bare fists
i write real rhymes while you just prepare lists
you a scared fish, i’m a sea lion
is that your dog in the back, tell him he’s dying
i sit on the iron throne even through the flames
keep talking sh+t dude like you play computer games
a terracotta army, ancient artifact
keep mouthing off dog, i promise that your jaw will crack
i be in my zone filled with ruins of marble
stop playing money, we both know you stupid awful
this sh+t’s a gamble and it’s rigged in the house favor
i got a pole that’ll leave you with metal mouth flavor
about+face ya and shoot the apple off your dome
i pummel papis in the piazza off patrón
to be honest, this rap sh+t is second nature
i carry coins, see the mint, i beckon paper
you less than major, you really playing in the minors
you been patiently waiting for these label co+signers
but no sire, you ain’t got no fire
you fumble like acro trying to tightrope a whole wire
they call me the steel samurai
one press of a b+tton and call me goldblum, ‘cuz i watch you assh0l+s fly

- samuel vincent lyrics

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