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[intro]:
alter
huh
and the eulogy read (spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz spaz on these bros)
and the eulogy read
and the eulogy read (spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz spaz, spaz on these hoes, spaz, spaz, spaz on everbody)
and the eulogy read (spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz)
and the eulogy read

[verse 1]:
and the eulogy read (read)
rest in peace p_ssy n_gga that used to be dead
i used to be scared as a teen to air out my feelings instead
i bottled em, like messi when he lost to the reds (reds)
found out that rap music could do it with flare
alterego induced to produce tunes soon to be heard (heard)
a muse for amus_m_nt fueled by youthful exuberance
learnt a lot from the streets, i’m community bred (learnt that sh_t)
shared the dough with ogs, i guess that’s community bread (huh)
slow and steady that’s the only thing that’ll get you truly ahead
if you don’t root for yourself (who), who’s gonna root for you then
feign ignorance, watch a dude make a fool of himself
spend time with people, you might never see em again
‘fore my grandma bit the dust, i saw her chew on some meds
girls a delusional man will get you abused and misled
and kings, never forget to get that paternity test
[verse 2]:
i struggle with words as i stut, stut, stutter on a beat (stutter, stut, stutter)
writing lyrics is hard and some of you may know this
just checked the numbers (why), for you is like my magnum opus
flow is, so cold i could make ice freeze
thought i’d rhyme there (nah), this line is where the rope ends (ends)
always blasting cos rap’s supposed to be braggadocios
non romantic, won’t pull up on a hoe with a bag of roses
and she like, what do you, bring to the table
b_tch it’s my mind and my p_n_s (mind and my p_n_s)
money ain’t going into that sh_t
if i spend on a hoe you know that she must have deserved it
rather game with the bros, with a pad i’ll always do magic
wave the joystick like a wand and yell abracadabra that b_tch
been balling, barefoot with some dudes who wear boots
they kit up from top to bottom with shoes and can’t shoot
victor dribbled you with his moves when you snooze and we catch cruise (hahaha)
get your, ass up the floor cos these moves are foolproof
you can’t, win all the time when you lose its a bad mood
almost, led to a fight cos zlatan must argue (hate that sh_t)
in my prime i was called virgil van dijk you can ask chuks (ask)
even if it wasn’t my field i outshined some wack dudes
fighting everybody, took it as my ordeal
one punch could knock your t__th out, like you got pyorreah
crying for your mama mia, i learnt from the pioneers
you can’t get your sh_t together (sh_t), like you got diarrhea
[verse 3]:
verbally venting out verses
carelessly cussing out curses
i should be banned from the churches (banned)
you n_ggas clowns in a circus (clowns)
these are some unfinished verses
i could have put em in he_rs_s
and arranged a mother f_cking funeral service
i just be scaling up fences
tearing down f_cking defenses
the way i flow (how), is like a f_cking b_tch on her menses
i’m condescending (what), you n_ggas are just out of your senses
we ain’t tryna die but die tryna get rich from the chances we take to get out the trenches
pray you, don’t lose your life (pray)
too young, for heaven’s gate (young)
i hope, we won’t be late (hope)
and make our family arrange a service (late, huh huh huh)
all black when they put on lenses and start to recite the eulogy (and the eulogy read)

[outro]:
and the eulogy read
and the eulogy read

- alterego

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