Mads Veslelia - One Man Cypher скачать видео бесплатно

Lyrics:

Bad idea? Someone try to stop, I'ma about to go in, call me kamikaze

me and you are not friends, you're a Nazi

truth is you're pigeon, and I am ozzy

I'm ready to die for this shit, that's my mission

suicide just so I get more recognition

my mechanism is based on all this criticism

some screws are missing and now my lines are vandalism

I'm going wild cause that's what been thought

doctor screaming "son of a bitch"

on the day I was born, there was no selfies

just a spank om my bum

then mom gave me gun and said you go and have fun

and the lord gave me instruction manual.

That's a manufacture's opinion, I'ma rebel

I am one in a million, my brain's a ghetto

I'm not normal civilian, my veins are metal

Oh please, don't be anxious I joke joke

the police give you blanket & coco

gjeez I'ma train killer with loco-motives

wannabe's licking cheese from my ba-balls

Cezinando, on skeez going pro pro

I like your genes, no widows-peak so I scalp-scalp

and I don't need no fucking green to be so dope

energy like that Asian rapper that snort coke

and Kingsize-magazine no longer back me up

cause in the last interview I was a cocky fuck

but I don't need these freaking hipsters with Starbuck cups

to tell the world to check out Mads, he's fucking rough

all you bitches telling me that I am nuts

I'm burning bridges, not fidget. So sip it, ain't no dove

and how could I care about people not showing love

when 90% of what they support is something I'm above

hot or not, motherfuck your rank

I know your pussy stank so go get your period in a shark tank

and I so this guy Sirius, did I wild prank

gave him rock cocaine and he was like "aw thanks"

You're a tiny lens, I'ma fisheye

I'ma motherfucking failure when I freestyle

but when I get a pen I turn these men to shit-pile

and I get so many women, gigity quagmire

Everybody wanna be like GaGa

they don't really wanna see this mamba

they don't really wanna free this funga

they don't really wanna bleed, so fuck yah

they don't really wanna see the truth

Dreamon talk about dreams come true

but talk to me son, why hasn't drake turned up and raped you blue

and yes, I read you haters like a document

say I try sound like shady, that's a compliment

my style, don't try to change it, you're not competent

yah can go down me, taste it, that's where yo' mama went

Cir.cuz, you fucking racist's piece of scumbags

shut up with these lies bro'z, no hack

how in the world can yah can get a gold plaque

nothing unique, just one flag staff and one fat

fuck it, I guess it's all about visa-card

I'ma quit rap, and be booty guard

yes I'ma sit back, and be a loony 'tard

aw yeah I'm single as pringle but we're spooning yall

women screaming 4 me, like I'm Dj Broiler

but the fact is I'm just standing in the wrong toilet

and the asses I've seen, damn what a spoiler

I don't even need this hidden cam, I need a lawyer

yeah, and all I want is baby

you and me in the bed, yepp under the cheats

there is no secret, cause I love you Sophie

and I'm feeling lonely, so come and blog with me. Hi-hi-hi

I'ma about to explode, why?

I'm rotten apple, packed with dope rhymes

I'ma fucking rapper slapping folks, then die

you ain't gonna pose in front of my stone to get Likes

and you got a baby for house

that's what you get for being 16, and fucked on a couch

and I see you got a big skin, tryna workout

got a blog full of pictures of you telling us how

all I know I don't use it for exercise tips

every picture on the blog say "jerk off your dick"

and I see you got a guy, yeah he looking real fit

but I know you're gonna try, when I'm making profit. that is it.

Damien, you ain't no motherfucking snake-eater

I choke you to death, I'ma 8 meter

I'ma fucking anaconda you a fake cheetah

I am stuffing you trauma, I'ma prey-beater

it's like you don't even know, you're a hypocrite

Eternal Gang, oh no what a trippy click

you think you crushing bones, but I spit my shit

harder than any of you bro'z, so it's time to quit

and stop picking up the phone, asking for collab

I think it's time for you to go another path

you're getting older and yo bro, where u at?

got some tattoos on elbows, fucking whack

Yeah, so now I guess that I'm dead

I pulled out my pen-gun and got shot in my leg

in my bed saying redrum, crushing my head

and they say that I ain't handsome

so nobody would ever share

But I take the darkness and bite her

but I take depression and slice her

I feel my heart's getting hotter but brighter

as I take my bars up in this one-man-cypher

I'm out.

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