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tune;static - fallen angels freestyle lyrics

[intro: jacque lorraine]
conductor
yeah

[verse 1: jacque lorraine]
brother, you from the ‘burbs, don’t say you traffickin’ none
[?] intelligent words, you busy practicin’ puns
i spit an elegant verse, and you attractin’ the bums
i use some h+lla good verbs, you not expandin’ your tongue
what the naysers say? i don’t tune in to nada
what a playmaker play? that’s how i flip the comma
you can hate what you hate, but don’t deny me honor
and you can say what you say, but stick it to your genre

[verse 2: conscience]
death may be kinder than any man, so i write my stanza
take a stand for my faith and truth, i cut your hand off
don’t touch my fan, bruh, i’m extravagant with the flows
i show the lowest of the lows why i’m the best, and then i stand up
i’m a differеnt type of archetype, my [?] tеxture ought me pleasure
tenured in the game, i’m tethered to the flame, pressure’s on
i’m the only one who could get this treasure
i see through the smoke and the mirrors, ain’t nothin’ new, so i pulled up and took the measure

[verse 3: jacque lorraine]
all+wheel drive on the 1996
we all fear flight, balenciaga on the list
for a real nice benihana poppin’ shrimp
called three times, i’m outta town, noddin’ off for real
accept the way i look because my music better
that’s how i knew i won without pennin’ a single letter
throw shots at me, and we’ll show you how to [?]
the pen shoot quick like an automatic chrome beretta
[verse 4: conscience]
i never [?] chemistry, that’s my release
played a tune in middle school, now my nephew ivy league
take the words with a grain of salt, i’m fallin’, but out of reach
(hol’ up, yeah, uh)
glass full of ether, i’m sippin’ faucet just like a preacher
who’ll teach you the grass is greener on the other side, no, it’s just cleaner
y’all keep pourin’ up, but my muscles leaner
i keep soarin’ higher, i ain’t off the reefer, huh
grab the rope and hang the referee, the [?] grief
i’m a [?], real seer, i can see through the mirror of defcon
while def jam’s givin’ death to the preacher (look, like)
alas, [?], i see a black horse in a four+car garage
a penny for your thoughts, you oughta keep ’em to yourself
a penny for your plots, you oughta keep clips
i keep hits in my archive, i never miss when my key fits
key fits, my brown eyes, you can’t touch without a rifle
don’t need to diss, just hear me rap, [?]

[verse 5: jacque lorraine]
[?], yeah, yeah
the future look bleak for you flow+biting, nuance+stealing
no+talents who think you make hard, but buddy, you not really
your autotune, my dude, you need to tweak it, ’cause it’s too off+feeling
hurtin’ my ears, i’m listenin’ close, it’s not that hard, really
you should try and be more aware of the way you look
skinny jeans and finish line jordans, hermano, you didn’t cook
how do i say this evil? you’re just an open book
[?] dude with no future, that’s just the way you look
[interlude: jacque lorraine]
yeah, i’ma come back in anyway
pullin’ me back to it, for real
and i was finna come back in anyway
[?] meditate, yeah

[verse 6: jacque lorraine, conscience]
hard+top chevelle httin’ fifty in the mornin’ rain
better than brand new appraisal, shirt got some older stains
vintage affliction with the crosses, i’m tryna hold the flame
i can diss or i could write, to me, it’s all the same
i been on a mission for a minute now
worked the atoms and the fission, just started hittin’ loud
this a real alchemist, shout+out the chemists now (yeah)
salutation to the way that i’m spendin’, wow

[verse 7: conscience]
i feel like aang, i keep that staff on me, i’m really trouble with it
choppin’ up these samples on a mac, i’m really gentle with it
what’s heavier, [?] or the closed casket?
you rappin’ like you got a screw loose, i skewer magic
swear this happens all too often, i’m the last nail in your coffin
whoopin’ cough, i’m shootin’ shots to all these rappers, i’m a marksman
swear to god you been trippin’ off
you really think you can compete with me and joey? i think not
i can tell you makin’ beats ’cause you trash, i’ll drop a name right now
i won’t be bashful, you [?]
ten taps in your [?] like

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