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lirik lagu buk & dawreck - comatose

[intro]
xcellence
xcellence
yeah

[hook: dawreck & (buk)]
i spit that sh-t, leave ’em comatose (comatose)
so f-cking dope you might overdose (overdose)
my sh-t so f-cking potent, got these rappers choking
send them to convulsions from that (rush)
i spit that sh-t, leave ’em comatose (comatose)
so f-cking dope you might overdose (overdose)
my sh-t so f-cking potent, got these rappers choking
send them to convulsions from that (rush)

[verse 1: buk]
okay, okay, okay, okay
this here is not a game, b-tch this the (this the) official sh-t
invention
inventors drink from this mixture of tension of ink pens and pencils
the precious on purpose i meant it to
my notebook is filled with invention
of various things i can’t mention
intervention, am i riding addiction?
they want attention then what?
he didn’t extension this sh-t gets send up
there is no prevention (there is no no prevention)
there’s no compet-tion with this one

[verse 2: dawreck]
no composition that’s exquisite and vivid as this one
listen, this is my rendition of me-
f-ckin’ n-ggas up, they don’t really wanna f-ck with my penmanship
n-gga better duck, finna hit him up and i put him in submission
then he finna [?], never get enough
put him in detension
free fl!ck him, burn the motherf-ckers up with my heat vision
cut him up like c-sections
decisions, decisions, crease him, leave him in a seat bleeding
me sleeping? no retreat, no surrender
you just defenseless in the deep end
finna be eaten by sea creatures

[verse 3: dawreck]
so they know who code this
and who flow the dopest
never joking, must be smoking
b-tch it’s hopeless, don’t provoke him
that’s a body, spirits floating
[?] when you hear him smoking
overdose on dopeness, leave ’em comatose
i leave rope-a-dope and leave ’em on the ropes
verbally abusive, leave them on the floor
hit him with punches ’til he don’t want no more
wreck, best show respect when you step to me
you better be strapped with all type of weaponry

[verse 4: buk]
what is this threat to me?
best if they let it be or see their vital organs operate separately
it’ll never be a moment of victory for you definitely
you’ve requested your death, especially
no man could withstand my left or right hand with a mic in it (no)
tough time for weak rappers that’s fan of me
overlord of the overboard and the overdose
no, your boy ain’t built to battle
don’t want no smoke, don’t want no war
what they know me for absolute [?] of the dope sh-t
in the coldest [?]

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