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teek - sinead freestyle lyrics

lyrical surgeon. i cut through anesthetic
go call a medic. i got em arrhythmia+tic
money greener than west coast chronic
from the dungeon of critics fake mothaf+cka no access (axis)
i got em tilted, cuz they know that their b+tch is
365 days around where my d+ck is
i got em wishin, that i hadn’t stepped in
one less hoe, you can consider it a blessing
the minute that they see me being me
they label me number one public enemy
i’m dope surfing on adenosine. thriving free
phosphorically combusting on that enеrgy
i’m at the pyrimidine (pyramid in)
the basе of tutankhamun’s grave
i’ma c+u+t that cloth and i’ll wrap it round your face
i got that medical grade
de+fib the rate
i pulse the pocket
d.o.c go and tell the doctor wait
clear i state. i’ve been chargin up the plate
stomach full from all of these bars that i ate
i’m taking aim
bringin brawns and brain
planting seeds cuz i know she want that auber+jane
“miuzi weighs a ton” so i put it down gently
heavyweight on your casket. intellectually savage
crafting rhyme schemes that make your top 3 lookin average
and i’m just getting started. but you can go ahead put your bench in
ain’t affected by corporate greed
that got you steppin on ladders that make a motherf+cka bleed
this a protest like sinead at the grammy’s
culture see culture. yeah this is what rap is. ain’t no past tense
huhh. but we can stay evolving. so long as
you can pay your dues and your homages
i cashed in then threw the crown away. a buddha’s baggage
i’m just steppin in just to educate on where the mark is. cuz i’m a
sharpshooter. medulla jeweler
cookin cheese. choppin holes in your oblon+gouda
i’m moses from the ganga. yeah i’m moving water
flowin through a canyon (kenyon)
like i’m martin with that power
you see me forward at the net
i’m putting starters on the bench
i whoop they ass with this belt
i got hanging around on my chest
i’m a heavyweight champ
from the bay to la
i been huntin down a tsunamay
like chumbo up in nazare
and i ain’t even shoot unless the mag is in (magazine)
better take cover quinn
i’m hardly (harley) spread across the canvasing
this that suicide flow makin homicide
going stupid on a beat, it’s asinine
but it’s you that i’m assassin+in
hold on, let me get this riddle in (ritalin), i’m medicated
and i can feel a tension (attention) focused on this trigger end
see i’ma just reign (jusreign) until “where have you been?”
they ain’t even know this is just a game i’m tappin in

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