paroles de chanson How to Rap - Luscious Duncan

Smoke spills, hands cold as ice demanding gold overnight like
Hold still, you can't go on fretless, petulant child
My death will reverse I express over verses words that your
World has never heard I'm alien, suppressed by salient

Curses laid Upon me like a Burning Body, you feel extended
Vodka shots hole-in-one, golf ball off the tee
Toes down, all ten. Pause then press play again, saying since like
80 10, add it up. Ain't nobody bad as us

I'm callous, fuck your dermis, EPs wherein I invent a version
Of a different person, convinced of this fact yes I am certain
Cancel terms of service that's the actual contracted learned
Verbiage of every transaction spurious lessons get it

Settled out, everything written, I'll tell you I spelled it out
Previous, mischievious or mischievous, which is it now?
I'm pimping out on everything I've ever been or Benjamin
Franklin I can't tell you my secrets I'll take all of them back

I'm impressed by how I do it too. I got like 90 different
Styles full percentages; Yes I am 200 hundred proof
Bitch I'll send your son to school and then detention, then suspension
Next I must confess I'll lose attention while on betting mode

My movements leave your analog text logged into Everquest
Your chest gets holes inside of it, I'm not just LD, multivitamin
Tied to the bed, miserable man, an awful author met his
Match, strike for tinder, sights cause cinderblocks to bend in half

I've never laughed as hard as this. You're all just little kids to me
The hardest bars in history being written literally right in
Front of your face, ahora, right now. I'm Minute Maid no
Pulp Fiction, a mold quorom quote me like I'm Scotty Pippin

Bullish on my bullshit. I can't ever quit this, hold my dick I'm
Tryna piss, this thing is heavy as hell, bring me a fork I'll lift a
Portion out for you to try, convince me that the temperature of your
Porridge is perfect, I got it right for Goldilocks, I'm locked in

Brian come on, stop there! Please, I need a chance to breathe!
Like Jesus Christ, my guy, just gimme five, I need some extra air!
I'm next to perfect, nearly there, I'mma get the girlies shirtless
Have em Crush my Boner I ain't Never Scared, weather alerts get

Swiped away like Dora, set em all up for the next quota, drawn and
Quartered chords intertwined with 70 lines of this printer toner
Give you way more than you asked for and if you act like that's a problem all I hear is
Gimme More or Some of it, Call me Luscious Busta cause

I'm causin' ELEs, never spit shit this hard on a CD
Elephant instrument tusk, wanna repeat me, that's the wrong degree, my angles
Tangled into a jungle gym, one of them motherfuckers with a thumb on the pulse of the
Ones against him, y'all so sensitive, I'm goin for the gold and I bet I

Win it every single time I'm in it bitch I get it when I let the rhymes come
Outta me like I'm a Talking Head, I'm Speaking in Tongues, I'm David Byrne-ing
Down the House, double-check the rubble left my molten crown
Unscathed, this single fucking page is seven days of work I'm

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