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wes baker - deadly flow كلمات الأغنية

see mother-f-cker i’m a savage
leagues above the average thaddeus castle
thunderbolt across the sky like i’m tweaking on addy an(d) acid
bleeding through the skin turning red with the p-ssage
cleat fastened to the beat that is deep in the fabric i’m tapping, people nodding heads while i’m wreaking some havoc
seated in the lab i see the pieces of magic
if jesus ever rapped i’d beat his -ss with ease like a hat trick
a creature of habit
feed on meat the weak couldn’t have but i’m eating
cabbage when it comes to these flavorless rappers i battle
the f-cking industry i treat like the fetus of cattle
meek, babble on with symbols and weep like a coward
this feeding jackal leaves their p-n-ses leaking with drabble
you speak of shackles all i see is the freedom to cackle and
sneak to the chapel in the mind a technique to unravel mystique
take a peek beneath what is speech and you travel
this is the place where all the faces will shriek at the gavel

welcome to h-ll or is it heaven i don’t know (x4)

i’m shouting on a balcony rapping a revolution
just a rebel k!lling several ridding rap of pollution
to mutate the blueprints of the universe expansive
i’m in the savanna of man and i’m handing em bandages
manage us? best boss mugs couldn’t handle when
proper was sipping danimals grilling amateur sandwiches
i eat, scrumptious verses like a best it was unanimous
when i forget an “a” it’s planned to understand the mess that comes out of my mouth unto the people f-cking randomly
i don’t think you’re understanding me
i’m saying i don’t plan to be the man i am the man to be
see i don’t give a d-mn about the disses you might hand to me
your sister’s such a fan of me it’s ripping up your sanity cause jack
i was given the task of basking you in nasty rap i’m past the point of asking, back the f-ck off or you’ll ask a bat
k!lling verses while i’m filling sacks and he-rs-s with millions of worthless urchins lacking purpose in their purchased acts
but proper’s on this earth to sever on another level i revel forever in perfect service surfacing birth of clever verses
flowing like an english teacher writing cursive
planning on the worst but the worst is just the immersive version

welcome to h-ll or is it heaven i don’t know
(listen: deadly is the flow within the essence of the soul)
welcome to h-ll or is it heaven i don’t know

it’s mathematical
poetic equations and “fath fadigals”
i’m making up words so my verses will rap rad and still
i speak and i defeat many elite man
up so i can up and lay you out like its a street plan
p can hear a beat and see three grand
lines tactical miming fractals like dc’s plans
fact: factual evidence of a crime actual
brains on the bar and i’m giving their hearts back to em
i don’t rhyme to get the p-ssy cause women, see they come naturally
the truth it lies within the patterns like a fractal repeats
i’ll repeat the parts that pose the most importance if i’m out of focus you should use the microscope and scope this microscopic perfect pattern on the microphone and notice
i’m never rapping bogus like the catholic priests and pope is
fondling the goodies while they’re preaching hocus-pocus
or like yachty making wookie noises screeching over dope hits
man i’m cutting them
call me coach approach the bench you’re nothing but sc-m
you’re f-cking with one of the best how i encroach with the tongue
you’re gushing blood from out your breast though i’ve only begun
you’re silent lest i stab you in the chest or open your bum

welcome to h-ll or is it heaven i don’t know (x2)

- wes baker

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