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lirik lagu flock of crows – 97ares

[verse 1: 97ares]
taking the game in stride, strap down for the ride
f*ck a slice i’ll take the pie, huckleberry cherry i don’t care that sh*t is mine
can’t see me you got some pain within your eyes
like a stye you f*cking blind, i apologize my guy
yuh, word to the wise stay outta my way, i promise that you will die
spitting that fire, i do not lie
sick of the capping i’m putting you f*ckers on trial
rap like i’m not even trying
bringing the beef these small potatoes, you p*ssies will go in the fryer
serve you like animal stylе, taking you out by surprise
reaching unstoppable flows, turning you rappеrs to ghosts
burning you cutting you off of the edges like toast
i don’t mean to boast, write so cold
every rhyme i make stay froze, i’m the one they chose
drop these bombs that explode, sending you straight to the catacombs
fake ass rappers you are now exposed, shooting my shots it’s time to reload
b*rabbit on the stage these rappers choke, step up it’s a flocks of crows
radioactive i glow, stay out of my shine, i’m sipping wine
your girl study’s my rhymes while her p*ssy cries for the tool between my thighs

[verse 2: ]shade apollo
stand up, knocked down, rise back to my feet gotta get it now
won’t stop till i’m king of the underground
lookin’ down at those overlookin’ now
pop out like slenderman then take the crown
opposition now 6 feet underground
those who used to doubt f*ck ’em hope they suffer now
lookin’ out at these gimmicks see a buncha clowns
i came up the quickest no sh*t b*tch
it’s ’cause i’m the sickest and illest motherf*cker out
ain’t really ‘bout sh*t b*tch just talk sl!ck
any pushback play victim and you f*ckin’ pout
every time i start spittin’ got ’em askin’ how
you the type to draw crickets to an empty crowd
i’m the type f*ck wit’ him he gon’ hunt you down
crack a smile get cracked turn it back around
droppin’ tracks like i am selling crack by the pound
really puttin’ in the work and never clockin’ out
no time to sleep no time to think either
no time to breathe machine a world beater
hvac with the raps how i am crankin’ out these heaters
stay back or get clapped now it is time to meet the reaper
do this 24/7 feelin’ like my name is kiefer
i’ma keep runnin’ sh*t till my feet fallin’ through the sneakers
jack bauer every hour now let’s up the stakes
lookin’ like a mannequin i put you in your place

- 97ares

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