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lirik lagu sycosis – phenomenal freestyle

i told these n-ggas i’m phenomenal/
now they hoping that i come back like obama do/
i heard that sh-t that you talk about me mitt romeny/
but 47 percent of it don’t harm me/
why would it when you’re amazing/
coupe black and yellow they calling it half asian/
dodge every shot that they take like i’m half agent/
you know neo, blucka blucka reload/
16 bars of bullets you swiss cheese ho/
but i could use some swizz beatz though/
or maybe stop by young chop/
get future on a hook dj drama on a drop/
2 chainz on a feature i’d be famous on the spot/
my sh-t would sell out the stores/
n-ggas sell half they soul just to sell out for sure/
but naw i ain’t with it i ain’t with it/
these n-ggas just rapping they ain’t live it they ain’t live it/
my prime like a dime minus nine, i ain’t hit/
and all the dumb n-ggas like, i ain’t get it/
we know..

stop playing with them like a kid on punishment/
i run this sh-t actually, facutually/
so naturally you gotta come after me/
defy the laws of gravity, fold both legs and fly to the sky rapidly/
punch a n-gga through his chest, remove his breast cavity/
right through the center, pull out his heart for diner/
remember i run the underground like master splinter/
still trying to make it back like d. rose/
but these n-ggas still cheating the game like pete rose/
fully clothed feeling naked in this motherf-cka/
one day we gonna make it in this motherf-cka/
my little brother doing time/
we all got a job n-gga i’m just doing mine/
my lil sister man bout to have a baby/
and my moma -ss about to go crazy/
i’m just praying somehow we make it out/
chains on ya mind i’m just trying to break you out/
if only you could think lil n-gga/
the state’s attorney got the kitchen sink lil n-gga/
and he will throw it at you/
cleats on these beats man i run the track faster/
bolt style, i fit the profile/
s-y the k!ller put your money on the dealer/
bets on the house man i’m streteched on the couch/
half a fith of rum for this stress and these doubts/
make it out..

we all been through a lot/
that ain’t no excuse for ya -ss to stop/
from the bottom to the top/
until the moon or sun drop/
f-ck if your album flop/
be a man even if you didn’t have a pops

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