Samurai (2021 Mix)

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I know you and V like a Cyberpunk love story
I know you hate me cause I'm hyper funk, try stop me
I'm MVP, you wanna date me I got style on me
Your lines are arse like a sign of stretch marks and you
Always ask for an arc, answers always Noah
Two by two, I take them all down because it's
Deux contre un, how continental
Until you French kiss my butt like intense cigarette love
Find your lungs blacker than Ebony's fence, um
I've admitted she's a criminal
Hearing now
Mitted up for evidence
Witness sitting in canal
Jesus how
Jesus wept
Jesus Christ
Jesus, now I've used his name in vain thrice
Crap, four
Like a Scrabble low score
Scrambling to can it cause you know they got more

Writing even though I've got no fame now
Writing every day, never get paid now
All I want is to keep on having fun
Writing songs and kicking back
And killing on stage now
I never want to be who can't walk out
On a road, on a path, on a sidewalk
Without the guns shooting hard like a troop storm
But they're never missing in the media
Youth gone

Where's the line between the wittiness and silliness
One of them fits in with the killing bits of this killer
Big hitter
But not on the charts
Like a shitter power plant spiking off the charts
Got to dance
Or at least rap along
Fodder can't keep up with this rapper long
Viet-Kong
Cause I'm hiding in the trees
Smoking up my eyeballs
Weed is all I breathe
That's a metaphor, let's try similes
Like a dyslexic inspired to be pleased
Call it dictionary, but you know I call it playground
Every single word fitting neatly into place now
Second try of verse, sequel must be ace how
Godfather style, they can cannoli forget about
A life before they heard this
Music incredible
Tape like I'm Logic, but your tits are still amazing now

Writing even though I've got no fame now
Writing every day, never get paid now
All I want is to keep on having fun
Writing songs and kicking back
And killing on stage now
I never want to be who can't walk out
On a road, on a path, on a sidewalk
Without the guns shooting hard like a troop storm
But they're never missing in the media
Youth gone

Take your pick
Music fits or Disney flick movies
Picks aren't hard when you fix up sharp
Like a rascal too dizzy so his pits are tart
I'm in a restaurant, apparently its called Karma
I call a waiter and I order up the korma curry
I see the plate
There's a medal and it says first
Waiter tells me Karma only serves what you deserve
I ask for seconds, I enjoyed what I was given
No serving that you see, but I can offer you a pudding
I'm brought a bowl in the shape of a snowbell
I cannot guess
A cake, no a Nobel
My my, you're sure too kind
Find another guy to inspire young minds
Dylan got one and watched it given at the same time
Moving like DOOM, watching shows of his own grind

Writing even though I've got no fame now
Writing every day, never get paid now
All I want is to keep on having fun
Writing songs and kicking back
And killing on stage now
I never want to be who can't walk out
On a road, on a path, on a sidewalk
Without the guns shooting hard like a troop storm
But they're never missing in the media
Youth gone

Doombot
Shoo-WAP
Is what I say when I want real lyrics at the top
Of the charter
Like a map or Tha Carter
Cardi, that's funny cause I hardly even know her
Carting off disses cause I'm confrontational
Starting off vicious in career's sensational
Partly cause the clicks are bigger when you're naming clowns
Hardly any meaning, indifferent to your place now
I'mma be top, let's really not even debate
Matter of time, like Stephen Hawking out in space
She flattens my tie, she's even gawking at my waist
Flatters me kind, looking like a second date
Sending flames to your brain like a flamethrower
Told you I don't know her
But the games still the same, throw her
On my lap like she's got a Christmas list
Not too stacked
She's not digging into this spitting
Archaeologist, dinosaurs still kicking
Like A Tribe Called Quest with the best rhythm
That's the third line starting 'like' in a row
And I want to have fun
I've discovered I am white
And I've got a English test telling me to write ese
I tell them that's Spanish
Yelling this Inglés

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