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vi seconds - black lyrics

[1st verse]
am i sick? show no
super semily show guns
serious syllable samurai sword swinging close-up
i’m a [?]
when i howl at sh-t you ain’t seein’
sentient being, loaded with ‘steige
stretching to mean it
releasing a phoenix
with every bit of my breathing
i’m lacking in lenience
rappers are [?] part of my being
to see this
is to fully master your mind’s eye
everytime i rhyme, it’s a big boom, bye-bye
start sayonara’in’ the fresh [?]
next thing to inject when you buy mine? never
it’s fly time, forever
it’s my time to get up
and fry guys, to eat ’em
like five guys in ketchups
[?] misfits up like [?]
this misfit spits enough to cause high tide
i fly by little n-ggas, that ain’t ’bout sh-t
black on black, and i’m black
startin’ with the outfit

[chorus]
black, black, black, black, black, black
everybody
black, black, black, black, black, black
everybody
break some, shake some, if you want to
turn it up, make noise, if you want to
black, black, black, black, black, black
everybody
black, black, black, black, black, black, black
i’m blackin’ out, spazzing out
push it to the limit, as i max it out
like

[2nd verse]
like, like
from the home of b.i.g p.o.pp.a
comes that boy, you know, brings d-day
suicide, ain’t n0body fliersome
wife sn-tcher, get together, swallow the leviathan
i know [?] rappers give me tension
all ya n-ggas new-school, i’m chilling in detention
cuz i know, that you know, that i know, what you know
what you know is, i’m cold
i step in and [?]
with hot flows, i’m that n-gga
the fact’s; i don’t like rat n-ggas
n-ggas act up, i smack n-ggas
puttin’ brooklyn back, got a mad n-gga
girls wanna uh
cuz i’m fly and i’m sick
j’s on my feet, boy, i flew game in your b-tch
you diggie?
better learn that i’m a monster
high cl-ss n-gga, that’s known to dress proper
sonning y’all, think not?
i’ll do you like mufasa
and drop you from the top
now your crib is my casa

[3rd verse]
like, like
when they get into the [?]
when they get a kicking in every written you die-die
feeling like a bulldog when they close up
when the n-ggas spit fast, motherf-ckers like “oh what?”
hold up, suicide you slow up, slow up
i ain’t even gon’ [?]
limbro’s dead cuz [?] n-gga chocked ya
i hope you recognize i’m kobra
big poppa, n-ggas flier than a chopper
get it poppin’, n-gga [?] a chopper
what it do?
n-ggas [?] it can do
got it
i run every little thing i do, boy
i’m a boss to the tee
with that pretty -ss mind you ain’t [?] with me
it will cost ya feet, tryin’ to run with me
i’m a beast on a prowl and i hunt these beats
the close-nut scene
my style is something crazy
i do not give a f-ck
but brauds are still calling me baby
it’s amazing
i’m a rebel with ill ‘steige
beast to the east, see a known chick pleaser
rebelsquad rockstar, riot gang renegade
running this for years, boy
your sh-t [?] is minute maze
stacking paper, start to ball
throw it up, let it fall
once you hear suicide
n-gga call to real

gone!

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