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wolf quan - atmosphere lyrics

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in my chrysalis waitin cause i’m imminent
divine diligence taken on my pilgrimage
i implement greatness to rhymes, instruments
my bark intimidates, my bite is venomous

that criticism and hatred. god, i’m sick of it
that compet-tion i entered, should’ve been winnin it
better lines, better rhymes, better synonyms
if you were listenin, pr-ck, you would know i’m k!llin it

oh, wait, of course, why that’s in my double helix
may be a th-rn in my side but i’m the real pr-ck
no concealin’, i’ve bored through a hundred ceilings
i make you and hinges fall out the door ’cause it’s open season

we gon see who’s really so op
we don’t need no sissies or joeys
we only need spitting but lowkey
you bros weak like snow, no broskies

every day i put holes in you like some used crocs
only weight on my shoulders is a boombox
yeah i ate eminems and fed off tupacs
if you can’t take offense, take a post up your -n-s

can’t deny what i am. i’m the greatest
your fans can blow me, man. don’t be mistaken
i’m air-conditioned and fly
cause i sit high in the sky
while you’re just winded. inside, air where your brain should

i could lift up your bars, they’re f-ckin weightless
jumpin over the judges, that’s why they say i’m overrated
i owe no payment. don’t need maintenance
or reinstatements. i just need the game, it’s seemingly vacant

you’re my easiest prey
you’re like tedious days
you’re my premium pay
when i’m median age
i’m eating pb and j
from tahiti to fiji
ladies see me like they’re treating cocaine

this is a diss
come with a list
doesn’t include me, i’m hunting your clique
i’m grouping these groupies and spraying a clip
these newbies and newsies can suck fat d-ck

no way i’m losing, say hi your coroner
they say i’m just fluky, that i’m just foreigner
b-tch, i’m just kooky. i’m just f-ckin forerunner
dumbledore as a motherf-ckin sorcerer

i rap til my throat sore
i got percy jackson’s pen sword
so why do you wh0r-s hang out with them
cause dang, flies love a corpse

you
trash
me
but
can’t
wait
for
more

smart
rappers
don’t want
war
but must
always
prepare
for it

- wolf quan lyrics

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