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g-therz – the ghost of kyiv كلمات اغاني

[verse: g_therz]
yo, i’ve been stashing up like redman’s dollar box (yeah)
tonight’s the night, so imma rock the spot ’till drama pops (uh huh)
and have the follow up choke up like he’s papa doc
’cause like atomic clocks, i’m on point, on the dot (facts)
i’m feelin’ hot as pac, except on five vodka shots (brrr)
i’m f_ckin’ loaded, i don’t mean like a glock is c_cked
my head’s in a different sp_ce like a cosmonaut (uh huh)
ain’t on some extra sh_t, i don’t need an entourage (yeah)
i know my ego’s rubbin’ off like a thai massage (haha)
but b_tch i got the sauce, someone pass the mang tomas (hoy)
i’m tryna push this product, get myself the propеr spot (forreal)
showin’ i’m dope, but i’m not a con like doctor oz (f_ck him)
my compеtition’s gonna hate it when i got it locked (they will)
these birdbrains ain’t fly like oswalt cobblepot (ha)
sounds like they’re losin’ interest (oh well), like the stocks have dropped
it ain’t hard tell like that classic song of nas
ain’t signed to j. prince, but i f_cking rap a lot (uh huh)
but best beware, i’m barry bonds in the batters box
butcherin’ these beats like how y’all pr_nounce my last name (come on y’all)
i put the muscle in, y’all ain’t ’bout this calf game (flex)
i’m from the era where rappers gotta stay true (forreal)
and if your style is jacked, hip hop’ll shame you (yeah)
so if you try to bite, you finna get the steak knife
and that’s on a good day, so this is when i play nice (d_mn)
bein’ a gatekeeper wasn’t my objective (really wasn’t)
but seein’ how the game’s become is quite pathetic (it’s sad)
you can say i’m always on the f_ckin’ mic aggressive (yeah)
but i ain’t sugar coated like the blood of diabetics (d_mn)
you say you care for hip hop, but you love it like a fetish
this is somethin’ i perfected (ho), with tons of rhymes connected (uh)
so i ain’t gonna drop it like a son that i neglected
when you come from my perspective (what?), don’t undermine the message
so put the mic down (b_tch), if rapping ain’t ya forte
this ain’t song and dance theatrics like a play on broadway
expand your f_ckin’ palette, what ya make’s in poor taste
i’ve been treadin’ underground like i’m escapin’ shawshank (sh_t)
my lyrics dragon fire that touch ya like a catholic friar
always k!llin’ something, hence i’m constantly in black attire
tryna get more bread like olive garden appetizers
so many babies in this game, where the f_ck’s the pacifiers? (d_mn)
but don’t f_ckin’ sleep on me, i’ll make you an insomniac (wake up)
you think i’m goin’ out of style like a pontiac
i embody rap, my punchlines are like ali jabs
meanwhile you just want freebies like a slice from johnny mac’s (d_mn)
i’ll make rappers fear me like i’m in a hockey mask
with a body bag, then cover up like kehlani tats
they’re clowns in rainbow wigs, cheesin’ like tekashi rats (sh_t)
if i was testin’ ’em, they’d all fail the polygraph (d_mn)
they scared to death of an intricate lyricist
they think havin’ bars is like kissin’ b_tches with syphilis (hahaha)
so don’t be actin’ for clout or jackin’ the style
better yet, abort ya mission like an accident child (ooh)
’cause i rhyme like i put corona spit in this mic (uh huh)
you’ll feel like phineas gage and i’m hittin’ the spike (pow)
i don’t want to f_ckin’ hear you ain’t the lyrical type (i don’t)
an excuse so pathetic for the sh_t that ya write (p_ssy)
when all that you do is just mimic and bite
you don’t belong in rap like a d_ck in a dyk_ (you don’t)
you make me rather f_ckin’ go listen to mimes
than your sh_t that’s as real as kylie jenner’s behind
this ain’t about physical size, i’m just sick in the mind
i put bars at the forefront like i’m the criminal kind
got ya tweakin’ like when nosferatu’s fl!ckerin’ lights
don’t x the end of me like the liberal whites
so don’t make me pull ya card, i don’t want to hear these jokers speak (f_ck off)
i ain’t the type to be on slow jams with jodeci (i’m hardcore only)
i burn through ferociously like i was smoking trees
you’ll probably want to sub out, ’cause imma roast the beef
you could be on black tar, you’ll never be as dope as me
i can tell you’re weak inside like you got a bone disease (sh_t)
but you just b_tch made, so stick this up ya ovaries
while i’d rather die a legend like the ghost of kyiv
[outro: g_therz]
motherf_cker (f_cker, f_cker)

- g therz

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