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t.r@bb - another rapper dead lyrics

[hook]x10
i read the daily news
another rapper dead

[verse 1: t.r@bb]
my n-gga was that you
disrespecting the huddle with written verses
breaking the cypher circle
[?] from many he-rs-s
like i don’t, write in coroner’s cursive n-gga
so off top i’m nearly perfect
my brain waves are tidal
make a pirate ship nervous
electric [?]
so you know i’m surging through it
no [?] can do it
leave a vocal booth in ruins
put you through a cuban link chain noose
and you’ll hang like cooper
in the north, with some shooters
arching the ruger
bullet sh-lls land on the cement
by our cemetery
swinging [?] like cuba
you should’ve stayed in the car
got that work, bar for bar
breathe easy n-gga

[hook]

[verse 2: thelonius gawd]
all these rapper’s got is f-cking money on they minds
well i’ll put bread on they heads, another rapper dead
north town danger zone, we don’t talk to fuzz
ask about me, all a n-gga got is clout
street cred, lyrical
intellectual thug, sp-wning miracles
mirrors that resemble the creators, i ain’t spiritual
in fact, i’m rolling up dope on paper that’s biblical
just to get closer to the fragrance of his pinnacles
causing, m-ss disaster
i thought slavery was over
rappers getting signed to labels now and refer to master
f-ck it, i graduated from the block and got my master’s
creating master plans on you f-cking b-st-rds
by any means

[hook]

[beat change]

[verse 3: t.r@bb]
waves under my crown
everything is profound
these lines over head like the halos on angels in heaven
flow tight like the lies from a reverend
with enough hustle to move a white mound
a black panther with a mic in the crowd
going ham like my moms in the crowd
these wings on my feet would make hermes smile
north n-ggas slapping that payback, sold out
i feel like zeus’ lightning bolt, amping the sound
i switch my flow
i’m lapping them now
i master pitch, i should rap on the mound
a’s fitted, hit switch
homerun, i toss back
let that stick fly
i don’t play quidditch
aww sh-t, it’s rabb guinness
the world record holdin’
still blue coupe rollin’
i try so hard not to be selfish
now i’m shooting if i’m open
you can’t deny it when you chosen
so motion, i praise the dope
and see that i’m potent
i’m floating cause even overseas they know it
show love to the states, just filled with roses
i’m the coldest

[bridge]
how else could i say it?
how else could i say it?
how else could i say it?
i’m dead to the head (i’m dead to the head)
how else could i say it? (i’m dead to the head)
how else could i say it? (i’m dead to the head)
how else could i say it? (i’m dead to the head)
i’m dead to the head

[outro]x3
[?] said pour lean in the pitch
have a photoshoot, lames trying lean in the pic
bro said to make a hit, you gotta lean with the pitch
[?] in solitary, i can’t even come visit

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