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novatore - 69.9fm radio freestyle كلمات أغنية

[intro]
good morning everyone. you’re tunin’ in with your favorite scumbag radio host wallace diggle on 69.9 fm. that last track you just heard was from soulja boy tell ’em. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. so check this out. oh wait, wait, wait. will you guys please, please do me a huge favor and stop asking for seymour b_tts? all these calls we just keep f_cking getting. it’s, it’s at an abundance and it’s f_cking getting. it’s at an abundance and it’s f_ckin’g ridiculous. it’s getting old. well, all right. well, let’s get back into this freestyle session with chicago’s very own novatore. now, if you’re not familiar with novatore, you’re f_cking missing out. really great. amazing, amazing f_cking talеnt. all right. he’s about to jump on the mic right now. you got novatore. you rеady? yeah. all right. let’s f_cking go! alright!

[verse]
yo! your fans will see you as a grandpa when they f_ckin’ hear me
i ain’t from tampa so you better not be buckin’ near me
i’m slowly steerin’ north, i’m morphin’, see it clearly
know that you don’t gotta love me, but respect me, or you gonna fear me
i’m gettin’ skeptic of these legends tryna stay afloat
they dangle dreams and seekin’ boats, it’s obvious they gettin’ weary
yeah! you fittin’ to get a dollar off of mine
if you play the bully, i’ma pull a f_ckin’ columbine
i’ll leave the column of your spine’ lookin’ misaligned
while never liftin’ a finger, i’m violent by design
you keep your mouth shut, poetic when i open mine
my rhymes expose the flaw within your flow with every spoken line
you disagree, they throw a fit, ain’t rappin’ literal, just tryin’ to say the coldest sh_t
we battlin’ in bars but ain’t no alcoholics
hyperbolic, spit a missile at you b_tches, then reload the clip
open a zip and stack the dough up like some poker chips
you lowlifes provoke me then be hopin’ i’ll be over it
i’m throwin’ bows and breakin’ noses, givin’ broken ribs
yeah! tyrants dyin’ in they cells like slobodan milošević
so keep it movin’, you motherf_ckers are losin’
pursuin’ me is the suicide mission you won’t be doin’
i’m provin’ time after time that my lines can raise up the roof in this
b_tch i am the truth as if i was dude in the crucifix (oh yeah! this guy’s f_ckin’ badass!)
you better get it how you live it boy, your music blows ’cause you always goin’ for lowest bid
stay in your box while i pop the top like an open lid
devoted to be the coldest, i’m closin’ caskets you croakin’ in
my flow’s disgusting, i’m dope, my foes is bluffin’, i know
once i get going y’all posers duckin’ and runnin’, you haters hope i go cold
but i’m hot as opening ovens, you buggin’ sayin’ i suck, bring the ruckus, suckers get done in
don’t get me vexed, get you hexed like i’m in a coven
been dirty since i was young but i’m thuggin’ so f_ck a dozen
been buzzin’ in underground circles ,rarely above ’em
i think that’s how it was meant to be, eventually
never content with my pen, edit extensively
ascend in present_day while y’all reminiscin’ on memories
severin’ enemies anytime that i spit
i will rip you right where you sit, i’m the sickest f_ck of the century
[outro]
good f_cking lord never never heard of… i’ve never heard so many bars. you’re like, whoa. it’s f_cking… you know what i mean? you make bourbon street look bad. amazing. you f_ckin’ snap, dude. oh, my god. it’s great having you on the show. we got to do this again sometime. all right, guys. we love it. peace out with you. tune in next time to 69.9 fm with your host wallace, yeah!

- novatore

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