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lirik lagu robot orchestra - divine elegance

verse:

i’m looking wide awake but i’m actually dead, ran past the feds swinging a hand basket casually popping drastic meds
what a tragic mess firing m-ssive led within rapid succession cracking your neck when grabbing the tec quick try to dissect it
i’ll entice you to test this nice iridescent professor next to the beast from the east and then the mid-west sir i then begin to chin check you pin heads with no delivery what makes you think you’s ill as me
my flow had birth this century i’ve been wrecking emcees and i’ve since stepped to the scene with a request to redeem a bomb threat to your emb-ssy insects begin sticking me with stingers giving me blood ebola like symptoms which seem to be lingering
fingers bleed from the tips, chickens be friending for d-ck and it’s peachy, please believe i leave the evil within…the girth of my words insert and peek through your skin for me to get in touch with god there’s no need to repent, i’m leaving a dent inside of eardrums
i fear none, rappers and cops are queer nuns who spun around stunned by geneva conventions, fema detention camps be making me claustrophobic you oughta choke when biting my st–z without giving two weeks notice yo, i’m on tobacco road, they say i rap too fast well yo -ss just rap too slow and as you know it’s a struggle for you to keep up i’m rocking the shawn kemp kamikazes fade with a clean cut but that sh-t don’t really mean much

my feat clutch the barrel resting inside of my fist i hop in a whip driving a stick shifting lexus ls properly bent you gotta be sloppy drenched in zombie colostomy p-ss dropping each hit with robs orchestration so don’t copy this sh-t clocking in six minutes late, i’ll probably be stopped, frisked and sued for a p-ss of me quick to see if it bothers me it’s…composited went through customs this winter it’s tongue and cheek i’m done with these underlings running these beats so un-cunningly g

underneath this boastful expression lies a character of this caricature named supreme sol and gringo with the mean flows freak show, well recently my so called friends that said they’d be there till the end ignore me as if i never existed
drift like a feather winded whether mentioned or not my level of interest drops by cultivates as my love for hop-hop. its more that beats and rapping keep it cl-ssic even if i seem to practice read it as is my craft ain’t free to master, a creed -ss-ssin with evil deeds i dream the least with the prequel meets the pre-sequel defeat people that reek of lunch meat
if you do don’t touch me, cause i’ll release a beast that’s too ugly to show in deleted scenes of jumangi

i hang in the mist of a concubines image in fine print, it says to never follow standards that divide ignited psycho inhaling nitro man you spitting nice flows i swear to god until i die i’ll never let that mic go

- lirik lagu robot orchestra

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