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lirik lagu automatic ra - automatic mode

automatic go, automatic mode
automatic go, automatic mode
automatic go, automatic mode
automatic…

take a good look at yourself
you left your job, your mom, your life
persuin’ the wealth
know it ain’t right but you end up
won’t let up still choosing the left
eluded the mess, ignoring your loans
changin’ numbers, they keep callin’ your phone
before they come again kn-knocking
your door, adios yo, ra better go
all they while they lookin’ at you like you from the circus, like you ain’t worth sh-t
these rappers be spitting the worst sh-t
keep thinking they perfect cuz you people still give them worship
chigga what is your purpose?
i don’t think that you heard this
only metal you held was a d-mn silverspoon b-tch, how you gon’ murk this?
acapella spit you fellas fell in the propellar pit
b-tch i’m h-llish like a mallet, repet-tive f-ggots ya head’ll split
don’t matter they get it i’m better kid
b-tch, i rather go hard, ready for war
instead of dealing with prejudice
mentioning ra’s like you messin’ wit god
i shatter compet-tors
i keep goin’ even when i’m defeated
straight to the top you can’t stop me i’m heated
replenish my energy when it’s depleted
do it by the numbers i never cheated
message to my enemies, you can never damage the nemesis, the man is a menace, i perish so many rappers to banish
ra bars take control like a sarge
makin’ the soldiers march when they hear my voice in the dark!

automatic go, automatic mode
automatic go, automatic mode
load the ammunition
focus, repet-tion
ya’ll ain’t that the persistent
all you cats be missin’ when
automatic go, automatic mode
(feel it… c’mon, wait)

look n0body standin’ aside of me
homie switched tables and lied to me
time has been difficult
i need a miracle, wishin’ a label be signin’ me
i coulda been married and happy, just lose it and buried my music, it’s scary
refused it but was lucky mary just had me to do it and then i persued it to prove that..
i’m meant to be one of the greatest from under the bas-m-nt
i’m comin’ and f-ckin’ the game up like…
(brappp)
f-ckin’ ya sh-t up like…
(brappp)
these b-tches know that i be speedin’ on em
you a frikkin’ tortoise
i keep movin’ you stiff like it’s rigor mortis
i be freeman morgan g.o.d
if you sleepin’ on this, best believe i’m in peak performance
i spit it better never hold that back
so whatchu got the cheddar still you know that’s fact
you in the track sound r-t-rded like kodak black
illiterate motherf-ckers get the gold that’s sad
if money’s the root of all evil instead of the people then i’ll never settle my debts, that’s cr-p
i rather burn trees while i handle my set and put all my devils in cheques
i chase success like i’m grabbin’ a bull
it’s inevitable
level of sk!lls getchu climbin up a hill unimaginable
shreddin’ anyone whose ineligible
b-tch i know my f-ckin’ moment is now
ain’t sh-t that you could do, no slowin’ me down
i’m immortal d-mn it, call me automatic
swallow all the planets when i open my mouth!

4am i been tickin’ my neighbours
been doin’ this sh-t for like ages
survivin’ on minimum wage, just fillin’ the page, been feelin’ outrageous
most of you really just shameless
the other halve thinkin’ they dangerous
i am neo/neyo, you ain’t won/one in a million i’ma k!ll you in ya own game b-tch
this is the matrix, enough wit’cha woo woo, anymore of this sh-t i go cuckoo
hear me when the thunder starts, you get f-cked up by undergod (stomped with the fubu)
check the memo, i be rambo meddlin’ wit heroin, veteran bludgeoned mammoths, werewolves, elephants carry rappers then i bury em while i kept their f-ckin’ heads in aquariums
(and they be like)
we be talkin’ that dumb sh-t
we be talkin’ that gun sh-t
well whooptidoo you f-ckin’ dumb b-tch
cuz i’ma get at you, you better run b-tch
you can’t k!ll sh-t wit yo flow, when i get loco
you gon’ sh-t yaself
better man up, i’ma swiss army, you a swiss roll on the kitchen shelf
but f-ck that sh-t, i’ma k!ll it, whatchu thought that i’ma cut some slack because you punks can’t rap?
stop it with the hard act and dont front or gamble if you got no f-ckin’ heart jack
i’ma cause a cardiac, arrest put you behind these bars flat, round of my lines like a target
son then come bring it, you gon know it when i be trippin’ cuz i’m bringin’ the f-ckin’ part that i be singing!

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