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skabzemortal - ftf lyrics

[verse 1]

and as the incense burns and lessons learned, revised
all i hypothesize is that villain survives
went from deaf, dumb and blind rhyme+sayers and dime chasers
to fit in the mold, sh+t we wrote, so outrageous
exaggerated statements to flaming cats in the booth
crossing my t’s dotting my i’s, on the road to riches
no bustin’ u’s
sh+t for the views on the tube, we act a fool
best dressed to be second best cause i’m stressing impressing who?
and if i had a clue, i’d peruse where my cojones at
misguided alignment all in my rhyming, think i’ve overshown that
time to outgrow that and forge a new path
sitting, speaking, seeking incentive
tryna write me a new rap, i’m not a new jack
and i don’t have to clarify, there’s more i could be huffin’ and puffin’ than being verified
by all you guys that hate the truth and love a lie
swear to god i tried to make it rhyme, this take two
uhh

[hook]
look, i’m a nice guy with some nice dreams
see these ice cubes, see those ice creams
i’m a nice guy with some nice dreams
see these ice cubes, see those ice creams
i’m a nice guy with some nice dreams
see those ice cubes? you call pipe dream, frightening

[verse 2]

ayy somebody forgive the fiends but fiends pull it together
with every plea they bleed
we leading the league forever
and even when the sun not blinding
where i’m rhymin, it’s shining somewhere
this year’s in the making
these rhymes are written with some care
no play fair, see we just pay fare
to spend a day here
raid a parade, clear
hate what i’m doin? i’m just playing the game fair
but that sh+t not be sold nor told
so a n+gga gotta go and change the flow, flow
[verse 3]
……… i am the greatest just need a chain from the roc
i represent the kid preppin’ verses over some stove tops
stick and stones break bones, we getting stoned from sticky
and plottin’ on getting kitty from voluptuous vicky
as i’m roaming around your city, fulfilling the fix of fiends
i’m talking disgruntled teens who fiend for things from way bond the tv screen
purpose searching and purging dead weight
wake up in the morning, hit the blunt
so i can my head straight
i’m fire in the rain, spittin’ that blue flame
to create your own lane, gotta give up on the candy paint
cruise in your bucket, let it rattle in traffic
doing this sh+t until a n+gga stadium status
you are witnessing the madness, mj at his baddest, a stack at its fattest
gettin’ the chills out my ratchet when i aim at these rappers

[outro / skit]

- skabzemortal lyrics

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