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kopyrite - director's chair كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
sorry to upset you kids, but most of real hip hop died 10 years ago (2001)
i am here to warn you about buying into this sick game that has happened since then

[verse 1]
physicists be b-tchin’ because i defy the laws of written
no parallel, i interrupt other people’s missions
lyrical snipe to the head, loud and witnesses still listen
substance flows out, but mine is more efficient
because i ambush from under the ground, i’m off the charts
darts filled with truth serum, i aim for the heart
one down, hundreds more to go down the road
i’m too complex, one false -ssumption and heads will implode
i’ll send chills down spines colder than bose-einstein goes
and then explode and refresh minds like mentos
the mythos will never dumb down, it’s sentimental
i’ll never succ-mb to the above ground, rental-quality mentals
forgotten mementoes defenseless against impenetrable
conventional adrenaline, non-stop, audience toss the benadryl
without the pigment, i’m nothing more than just a figment
if it’s fair, screw the throne all i need is a chair

[verse 2]
elastic factions, all over the world spread like -ss in maxim
shoots blastin’ and bangs packin’ for my actions
they want more punchlines, or they take off the landing strip
but i ain’t willing to hang up the past on a rack that quick
so the situation’s under control, i got it in the bag
but the cat got out about my actions, now bodies are pre-tagged
hearing euphemisms hidden in plain sight like snake eyes
paradoxical breakin’ flow, faster than barracuda’s swimmin’
knowledge vast, open, and wide like toothless grinnin’
i’m coming up in topics bringin’ down doc-ments, mocking useless b-tchin’
babysittin’ the flukes in the game with unmovable lexicon
directin’ the hectic direction of the scene, as i drop paraplectic bombs
iwo jima-like, scorchin’ hot selections on the mic, holding tongs
turned cool like fonz, but hot enough to steal rings from lebron
going into negatives, steal from mount doom, like troll plagiarists
emcees thristy and hungry for lyrics, i’ll cater them in appearance

[verse 3]
fads take the m-sses faster than backflips
imagine this, society went from dust to ashes
whiter than glue “emcees” are just copy and paste
without haste, it’s safe to say my noggin has taste
and my mouth deeply contemplates, while universes modulate
outside it’s loud, men ej-cul-te and women ovulate
last line ain’t no laughing matter, intoxicated vernacular
like my procedure, confusing demeanor to non-readers
while demons from 40 seasons come at me like sperm secretion
bleeding effect, i reach them, from unfeasible regions
subliminally breach them, feed them, wisdom to the speechless
take all your weed and e-cigs and bury them, they’re meaningless
kids are starvin’, i fill them hungrily
from the market, meat flavored subtlely
frick park got stale bones, ain’t nothin’ to offer
jokingly destroy the pig, there’s laughter in the slaughter

- kopyrite

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