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the wasted talent – back for my throne كلمات اغاني

h-llo mr. microphone, sorry to leave you alone
now i am back for my throne, no i won’t be overthrown
they wanna try and then its k!ll me or leave me alone
but i’ll be, twice as, ill as a ghost, so

celebrate your celibate brain, your elephants name
is lack of sediment, yep he’s at it again
with the vocalic swagger, i don’t understand him
it sounds like he speaking a whole nother language

anguish i feel, i reel back squeal
my blood congeals, to seal the deal
yeah blah blah jibber jabber yak yak
ha ha i don’t really give a fak fak

easily, ezz be
creepily repeatedly
beatin his ego on the beat you see
tee hee hee, cause measily

raps can’t stand a chance to stand against my verbal scenery
seen n they couldn’t wrap pitas g

just the other day i got a skin lotion called i win, here let me rub it in, and
brag at you maggots while i fly wit a buzzin’ grin, ain’t that something

its lonely on my level and i think the air is gettin thin
soon ill meet the moon man then i can fight and pummel him

realize i’m ahead by a mile, or drown in egypt, live in denial

smile and your style shows no t–th, dog
you singin’ and they bouncin’ like a lost ping pong
your system needs a reboot and you can call me phong
there’s an incoming game and its landin’ on your lawn

your wrong, you’ll never make a good rap song
good rap song? thats an oxymoron
wanna be a smash? jump out a window
wanna be right, then land on a pencil

go on try to jack a fly cracker like my backwards mind
slacker lame is not what i’m after, i pamper
to the amp hacker, that i call my voice until the hereafter

sittin’ chillin’ spittin’ k!llin’ time still’n, kickin’ wicked rhymes till i’m ill at a million
i drink a lot of water and the words pop out of my voice box like it was a gremlin

like apple in medieval times, i rock
like sedimentary its elementary my dear wat
son i got the pedigree and you best agree or stop

cause i feel like hobblin’ all my enemies while you watch
now i got the recipe for success, suckin’ on a blunt, cess
got my life set up, you got yours up-set, ’nuff said

wait

never ’nuff said when i sever tough heads they ain’t better than us, dead

sorry but you’re boring, i’m in it for the glory, even, narcissists adore me

ha, and that’s a wrap brah, wait
i don’t need a nap nah, i’m runnin’ like a track star
from right here to right here the long way that far
i’m rappin’ in a barn, i got no last straw

my end game is a tense thang got your friends sayn’ that he’s hot mang
interesting cuz i use my less thang cuz my best brains in the shop dang
i’m really feelin fresh now…

- the wasted talent

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