Kill Shit For (feat. NAHreally)

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Sacco & Vanzetti

Nicola Sacco (pronounced [niˈkɔːla ˈsakko]; April 22, 1891 – August 23, 1927) and Bartolomeo Vanzetti (pronounced [bartoloˈmɛo vanˈtsetti, -ˈdzet-]; June 11, 1888 – August 23, 1927) were Italian immigrants and anarchists who were controversially convicted of murdering Alessandro Berardelli and Frederick Parmenter, a guard and a paymaster, during the April 15, 1920, armed robbery of the Slater and Morrill Shoe Company in Braintree, Massachusetts, United States. Seven years later, they were executed in the electric chair at Charlestown State Prison. After a few hours' deliberation on July 14, 1921, the jury convicted Sacco and Vanzetti of first-degree murder and they were sentenced to death by the trial judge. Anti-Italianism, anti-immigrant, and anti-anarchist… more »

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When you base lines on baselines and sentiments intersect
And punctuation's punctual and the prepositions are prepped
And the emphasis is direct, and the elements just connect
And you said it and it's a mess so you edit the incorrect
Til it's evidently the best and you're eminently impressed
By the precedent that you've set that you tell everyone that you met
And you're swelling up in the chest damn near yelling that you're the best
No Khaled, soul balanced the feeling is so valid
Building rhymes when you're killing so sublime when it's propah
Like, empanada could rhyme with Wembanyama
Or what if a frittata was cooked on terracotta?
Mispronounce the word a smidge now it fits like Ferragama
In search of combinations you never heard in a line
Knowing that other's dope with it notice you murder rhymes
Both ya scalp and ya spine get that tingle now you know
That you can surgically place words perfectly where they go

Yo throw some shit on, something I could spit on
Figure if we do it a million times, we'll get on
F*ck it, watch us kick a million more
The thrill, is really what we kill shit for
Yo throw some shit on, something I could spit on
Figure if I do it a million times, we'll get on
F*ck it, watch me kick a million more
The thrill, is really what I kill shit for

I diligently fiddle with syllables till they fit
In such a way they're perfectly difficult to predict
I giggle to myself and sit back as i take a hit
Of my little weed pen like yo I got some shit
That's the thrill we keep chasing
Coming up with rhymes at work and on vacation
Coming up with rhymes in pharmacy line's waiting
Coming up with rhymes while I'm watching Jaylen and Jayson
That moment of sublimation
The alchemical force of time and situation
The butterfly effect flipped a switch in the ether
And NAHreally wrote a fuckin absolute heater
Yeah, thrill caught can't bottle it
Might get a grip, occasionally you'll bobble it
It's both a comforting and inconvenient fact
That the only way to feel it again is to come back

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