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yuri khedz - cirque du soleil كلمات أغنية

i need a paramore kicks
but that needs bands so go fish
steerin’ the wheel of rap showbiz
i wouldn’t be a bad driver if i grow tits
i moved on while you chased your ex, no kids

how can i stop if h_llen keller never quit?
in paris sleeping with sirens, like i’m kellin quinn
need inspiration, oh, well there it is
inspired by your lack of substance when you’re rappin’ sh_t

my power can alter bridges
can travel many miles with the snap of a finger
thanos but without having to linger
only stones are those diamonds on my baddie’s finger
f_ck a hook, i’ll do this sh_t without a f_ckin’ singer

the best parts of you i take and i make ‘еm better
absorb that sh_t for me likе kevin eleven
more corrupt than a member of the seven
throw you in the deep end, we both ain’t seeing heaven

this the type of sh_t that make you wanna run ya mouth, huh?
this the type of sh_t that make you wanna be all proud, huh?
this the type of sh_t that’ll make you wish you was a seed in mouth
now when i write a speech
i swear to god mama i’ma leave ’em out
holy but i realized i only sin
now when i talk cr_p, they say “holy sh_t”
the world is my sandbox i rome in it
that’s why it ali they see when i rock their sh_t

you invisible, i am the best part of you
you wanna take me to court?
oh, pardon you
i’ll be the victor despite that you are doomed
who the f_ck you think you are to sue? (storm)

tell me how i’m wack but everyone else isn’t
when i rap, n0body listen to my lyrics
if you did, you’d throw a fit but kiss it
you’s a child, in the fire i’ll have you get christened

now you start to sound like slim
but you’ll never even be an ounce of him
guess i’m cursed to be the counterfeit
anomaly in this b_tch, yeah i counter fit

f_ck a beat switch, bring that sh_t back
matter of fact, bring out a new track
there ain’t a beat i won’t grab and attack
this my kamikaze and i’m having a blast
f_ck a beat switch, bring that sh_t back
bring that sh_t back
bring that sh_t back
bring that sh_t back

f_ck it
i’m not a rapper
still i’ll make your father sad he had you
i can still put up a battle but first i need to saddle up and get myself a bunch valium
i’ll crash into the place your at start to launch sh_t at you

i’m so entertainin’ i’m the proof that
gods can also come in the form of human
when they play my sh_t, they all just lose it
everyone lose their minds, vic neuman

inside i’m just a hollow man
with a plan put in place and i try to follow that
what do i gotta do to make it as a rapper? swallow xans?
rodger that!
i bought a bottle and now
i’m ready to swallow all of it down
it’s all around, pills and potions
we in the studio but we ain’t making a sound

i’m not the type of guy that you would wanna lie to
startin’ fires is what all of my rhymes do
they all act like a knife and slice ya right through
shapeshift then into mike and fight you
then come back wearing like spidey’s rhino
suit to shoot some bright blue lights and lasers
might shoot my shot later to try and date kim
since i hate real life and love the fake sh_t
since i love all my b_tches to be brain dead
nowadays i say sh_t just to say sh_t
daily conversations
full of constant hate and
i will never stop till i get a nomination
dont care if i won’t win life’s not a game show
sometimes sh_t don’t flow like constipation
and sometimes sh_t don’t make sense like
dry humping naked
(wait… why’d i write that sh_t?)
it’s crazy
maybe to prove that my catalogue will remain
this stainless despite that this is deranged
insane, man it shapes_
what are you_what am i tryna do man? just… let it go

- yuri khedz

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