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u4us - budiflo كلمات الأغنية

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[verse 1]
safety first
she know deb, she been alert
been with the jerks who just wanna flirt to skirt with verb to blurt with
from streets to purses
fleets of persons flock to the weak and curse ‘ems
even though they should have bopped when i say when
no, i cannot trust nor save them
know this generation’s not playing
these edgar allen hoe type of ravens
gave them inspiration and mayhem
fish filet type regimen
radiation day parade placed them on a pillow case
weeping willow base of spadеs
sift ventriloquist with razor blades
i’ll be thе one with scarred wings, plucking on your heartstrings
yo, yo let that part sting
‘cause i beez into boom bap like honey drippers and wu dabs
like mf doom and scooby doo raps
i’m oozing true facts
follow the muse and the loot, man, wearing the new black
the church is in the woman, but, but i thought you knew that

[chorus]
either [?] trash or watch the world disintegrate
no traction chemicals reacting just to liberate
make an infinite impact on math like the figure eight
but when i see you rapping, i can’t help but eliminate
a chosen passion so let’s just commiserate
on a task with more compassion than some cookies baked
i’m readily staked in the roots like a quest for love slaves
best to shoot for the moon when the drum breaks
[verse 2]
uh, cool and relaxing, studios maxed in
stages be packed and glad rocking the phat strings
never a bad ting, levels of fasting
mixed with smooth beats
i just wanna write until my hand goes kablooey, comfortably numb
i just overcome any barriers that flow to me
like a suspenseful movie, i’m always moody
carry my seeds, truly writing my heart chakra
always rocking an art [?] with two hands in the air
got one fist balled up, the other one with a peace shape
don’t make another d_list remake
i’ll make your homegirl beat this tape while she making that ‘eat me’ face
you’ll see me baked
this heat is dumb late
a priest is thug’s hate
got your mind open like some dead prez dub plates
but just wait for the skits to remote view operate with some opera class, oppenheimer ass nagasaki fates

[chorus]
either [?] trash or watch the world disintegrate
no traction chemicals reacting just to liberate
make an infinite impact on math like the figure eight
but when i see you rapping, i can’t help but eliminate
a chosen passion so let’s just commiserate
on a task with more compassion than some cookies baked
i’m readily staked in the roots like a quest for love slaves
best to shoot for the moon when the drum breaks

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