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lirik lagu miles powers - mixed thoughts

[verse 1 – miles powers]
i been this clinical cynical typa b-st-rd yo
i been just been swimmin in women i never asked fo’
-ss so fat, you can see it from the front a mile away
i follow ways the flow’ll guide me through the modern day

obstacles, coppin full, instrumental eps
incidentally i k!ll a beat so p-ss the pen please
ten weeks with little sleep, spit it off the melon with this heady rap
get it with the felons so my fetti stack

a lotta motivation take him out the bas-m-nt
started mixing your beats, i’ll ask you where the base went
brash and i’m impatient, flashy, innovation
bet i p-ss you, better pace it… you just a waste kid

i’m just sensational insatiable goals
come get a taste of my prose, i got my face in a rose
my hands on the th-rns, grippin life by the b-lls
slip on ice never fall, sh-t he nice wit it all yo

[hook x 2]
we got 16s, we got fixed dreams
you got mixed thoughts, you seem ticked off
(you ain’t meant for this dog you can’t rap with me)
(you ain’t meant for this dog you can’t rap with me)

[verse 2 – ryce]
yung ryce with the moves that soothes your soul
packing up back the heat to burn my rivals, meet defeat
with these lines i attack with, rap with, stacked with
bars of steel, to make em feel agony

it’s a tragedy when i’m in my zone, i’m a masterpiece
spitting wicked and vicious with words like its blasphemy
honestly, i’ve been hitting soft, but
now i’m going off like a boss how i’m supposed to be

got me feeling like i’m black spiderman, venomous
heroic they nauseous cause my flow so toxic
exotic but flawless ‘cause i k!ll it regardless
of every n-gga stepping in my lane with they nonsense, back up

with yo fake looks, fake words, get yo facts up
before you act up, and get flamed
homie ‘cause i’m top since ‘08, a sight to see bruh
standing on my own like the burj khalifa

[verse 3 – miles powers]
possum playin surveyin, got lots of plans and grams
gots to quit the swishers cause the twistin make me docile and
pic-sso can’t, caint his picture without proper energy
ask ya mona lisa if the hoe is really into me

industry is counterfeit, why you think it soundin sh-t
what you think they sell us violence for the h-ll of it?
irrelevant to shootins ain’t it? f-ck it i’ll be the dude to say it
i’m not the first if rap was dead you’d be the last to save it

i’ll be the p-ssive layman, i’ll be the -ss of david
i’ll be the trash beneath ya feet just buy my track and play it
this song elongated so spitters can bomb flavor
buy brunch for yo girl, she get with the don later

[verse 4 – late scott]
i keep the good all right beside me
ask your girl where i’m at she gon say right behind me
put my life on beats and then i put that right behind me
kinda grimey how i slide in but i find that perfect, timing

spittin heat like i’m a rathalos, keep this rapper close
like you had weed ain’t wanna pack a bowl
i’m h-lla toast, you halitosis, i’m extra crispy, you stank
more than my fingers when i’m rollin up dank

i don’t know what you think and never cared about you to find it
been against the grain and never have i gone on a diet
if she say she love you watch out what she tellin in private
cause she come to me, she want the d, provide her a bible, i got

mixed, thoughts, i’m weighing the costs
i’m way in the sauce, yall unemployed but playin the boss
yall fake as a fraud, i face it when i’m faced with a farce
more stans than a marsh, already dead like fist of the north

[hook x 2]

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