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the real samson - the donut friar كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: samson]
eatin’ pastries at the motherf_ckin’ donut friar
smokin’ so much f_ckin’ blunts, i swear that no one’s higher
hoes admire the flow because what i wrote is dope
i’m trynna bring a b_tch back home that looks like winona ryder
i ain’t afraid of no motherf_ckin’ opponent either
bring it on whenever you want, let’s go blow for blow like fighters
i’ll leave no survivors to tell the po_po or notify ’em
just a pit of skulls and broken bones from those who died here
keep it rollin’ like a toyo tire
no matter who you are, i’m rappin’ in circles like we’re both in a cypher
they ain’t got no style, so they thought if they bite mine
then they’d get superpowers from it like they’re tobe maguire
i’m bout to drop sh_t like broken pliers
i’m old school, so i ain’t postin’ sh_t on twitter, b_tch i’m postin flyers
i let it spread through word of mouth and watch it slowly rise
to totals i ain’t never seen before this in my whole entire…
life, go ‘head and have your moment ‘fore your glow expires
and your motor dies, and you decide it’s time to go retire
i’m so inspired that i’ll probably still be spittin’ dope sh_t after i’m dead
now that’s what i call a ghost writer
i’m totin’ iron like marty robbins in old attire
holster on my side, horseback, ready to open fire
and if they try to hit back, i let ’em do it
cause the shots they take don’t even do sh_t like a dose of pfizer
anyone that said you’re dope’s a liar
no one gives a f_ck about you homie you’re an open_micer
a bunch of sad boy rappers with their nails painted
rockin’ leather jackets, lookin’ like a gang of h0m_ bikers
my eyesight is like lookin’ through the scope of a sniper
and my voice is the firing pin that hits the bullet primer
i could put you in contact with all your lost ones, dog
i’m givin out more bars than a mobile phone provider
[bridge]
ahhhhh sh_t, no you gotta keep goin with that scheme
nahh, i can’t
yeah you can
nah, i can’t
yeah you can
i can’t

[verse 2: samson]
alright, f_ck it
the flow supplier, givin’ you what you most desire
puttin’ rappers under more pressure than an ocean diver
the game’s so watered down i had to turn on my wipers
in order to see and maneuver around the slower drivers
why you sleepin’ on me b_tch? this ain’t no overnighter
i’ve been doin’ this sh_t since a tyke when i was loadin’ diapers
i wanted this with everything in my body
my heart, and my soul, and my brain, every vein, every bone, every fiber
i’m grittier than an episode of the wire
when you hear my vocals poke through your headphones you know there’s no one tighter
afraid to post your sh_t online cause you know that they’ll roast you
so you just avoid the web like you had a phobia of spiders
i’m groundbreakin’ when i spit i explode like geysers
shooting straight up in the air and just keep goin’ skyward
till i blow up so high you don’t even know where i am
just to find me, you need to adjust your eyes and make your focus wider
you need a telescope and special focal eyewear
and a wide array of high_tech radar location finders
that takes pictures and _n_lyzes them through photo science
to track down objects lost in the solar system
nahh, f_ck it, y’all can’t see me

- the real samson

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