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(futoh)
ruler of my palace,
but slave to my malice,
better call me morales,
cause miles reflect my balance,
could’ve broke along the way,
but you know I’m not that guy,
when I look up to the sky,
I see it becoming basic,
like no longer see the birds flying like they are racing,
only see a couple leaves, giving gloomy sensations,
backtracking my publications,
destruction of my foundations,
and of the next generations,
whos limitations,
have been exceeded to the most extent,
give me a tent,
and a couple matches to burn the scratches
left by the masses,
whos honors been left in patches,
the ashes of all their branches,
have been thrown out to sea,
poseidon creating gashes,
better turn around and look the other way,
before you’re slain,
better call me akame,
cause i'm bringing hefty pain,
and lots of rain, to entertain,
being the bane of others has left me going insane,
twisted knots inside my brain, and now i'm to blame,
that's funny, cause you were never the type to go complain,
and play with others hearts, oh wait, it's all a game,
hiding behind a mask and hiding all your remains,
and i'm the seeker, and getting eager,
i'm burning weaker, keeping low profile,
like i'm the reaper, and youre a heavy sleeper,
my claws will sink in deeper,
youre so much cheaper this way,
ay, ay,
you're the prey of the day
top of the food chain,
this world is my domain,
bringing rugged terrain,
and sugar canes,
what kinda fool thinks he can survive playing my game?
like the pawns in chess, you're a life i have to take (uhh)
(giovanni)
i got pain deep inside my brain
shit that’s just a headache
popped in the scene, i'm a king
better wake way
poseidon couldn’t even comprehend
the way i make waves i got ya girl on me playing with my toy: play date
yeah i’m off it uh
do not even step to me
murder beats so well, this shit is looking like the redder sea
just let me, subconsciously
i write better bars than you, in my sleep try to talk shit,
but i curve it like the letter c
i’ll make it uh
i know i’m the greatest uh
no i am not narcissistic, i just wanna be famous uh
my time is important uh
you so sound so contorted uh
choking over bars you really need to get it sorted uh
if you know i’m next up, better raise glass yeah
if you know i’m next, for the people in back yeah
people talkin shit, yeah it’s really so sad
i’m the greatest out the underground, the rest of y’all is rats
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap