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lirik lagu bledjon - letter men

[verse 1: bledjon]
i am fresh man. seen your team you less than
question your seams threads and vest
invest in your dreams before the test
the lesson is now found in session
less than: like the left side of the arrow
with the missing line; you misaligned, but it ain’t fair though!
featherweight: like sparrow or alexis arguello
you flip birds, i flip words. mister, i am sparrow:
the military missile in the midst of all this yapping
you sick, you the germ, you ain’t fixing it with clappin
ripping what i’m rapping. sword through words of plastic
the emcee you can’t hammer can’t touch me you ain’t clapping!
asl applause shaking hands for truce;
get bread and you get cheese there’s always beef and that’s the truth
proof is in the pudding when saying “he’s just a friend”
can’t get mad at me she’s trying to leave. you should let her man

[hook: bledjon]
you’re stuck on jv, it ain’t hard to see
i’m tough with these letters man, i’m varsity
i’m taking the belt, they gonna give me the ring
champ of these letters man, you know what i mean
they stuck on jv, it ain’t hard to see
i’m tough with these letters man, i’m varsity
i’m taking the belt, they gonna give me the ring
in 1… 2… 3… come on!!!

[verse 2: demo]
i seen your style and i wasn’t impressed
and when i sing more wild, i’mma come from the chest
see, i’m the biggest terror for a backpack rapper
you chuckle think you a letterman, i laugh back at ya
big man on campus. the veteran, the letterman
you can call me a guillotine. on a track, i’m beheadin’ ‘em
ain’t saying i’m a better man, but check the track record
the game is on. running the clock to the last second
oh, so you fact checking? or is you trendy?
my rap weapon slap anybody pretending
i’m cutting cl-ss, already know the material
ethereal imperial rhythm coming out your stereo. yo!
give me the ring. give me the crown. give me the trophy
play in the trunk and you car might go bang stokely
no cl-ss clown, but ask ‘round i’m popular
i’ll teach you how i do it. rap phantom of the opera

[verse 3: bledjon]
you soft; more than a tempur pedic pillow
in june, you’re pressured to smoke a willow
smith and wasn’t even armed? are you for real though?
back up with your back up you armadillo
will he turn hard? will his temper be enraged?
standing too close is why i’m spitting on your face
phasing out your style like an 88 fade
quit recess to show the kid that i don’t play
no games over here bruh. ain’t a parker brother
can walk past park place when i’m bored and get my grub up
i’m hungry, hungry like a hippo in the jungle
booking till i’m baloo; squeezing out my lungs
you slipping and he sliding. he shoots, but i don’t run
no gun, i mean he chutes. i got the ladder. what you want?
i’m on another level with these letters understand me?
my wordplay over stands. i’m bananas in my jammies

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