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lirik lagu myster mask – imp (@theuncannyimp)

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[intro]
je suis la terreur qui corrige les erreurs

[verse 1]
running laps, relay the word ‘cross town, run it back
coming back, blunders bashed if they don’t f-cking dash
dangerous and unstoppable like c-ssaday or whedon
yall some castaways, oliver reed man, you can catch a stray
y’all can’t duck my game, homie, you ain’t a mallard drake
y’all know i’m favored, y’all ain’t even after cain
coming for my neck for doing my job, that ain’t a valid take
i look like alpine or lady jaye the way i handle snakes
y’all n-gg-s gall rhyme, ain’t got no sense like aftershave
should be ashamed to show your face like it’s a masquerade
boxing in the booth, these n-gg-s pen game is pin weight
outcl-ss ’em like expulsion, i’m kerry king, y’all been slayed
red hot over beats, i think i’m chad smith
pockets on moth b-lls, but the flow so saks fifth
unmatched, unrivaled, foes can’t test my method
“h-ll if i know” dope, but mixtape untethered

[verse 2]
running laps, relay the word ‘cross town, run it back
coming back, blunders bashed if they don’t f-cking dash
i been on my grind like lacey baker
on deck without truck, grip mic like grip taper, rip haters
no comply to your rubbish, pipe up or shove-it
defy imp? run it, get divided, lummox
n-gg-s become quotients from my quotings, carnage
from my venomous lyrics, crafted with poor pen-ship
pugnant, viscous, komodo saliva when i’m spitting
you pigeon sh-t, splattered on curbs when i rap in the burbs
or the hood, a lit wick or bunsen
burning these tracks into ash cans, rap george bellows, puffin’ afghan
show me your captain, his cap get capped if he capping
should’ve put a lid on it, at least a cap, man
his reach getting capped off, y’all squad all rap soft
y’all monkeying around, dawg, y’all capuchins

[verse 3]
running laps, relay the word ‘cross town, run it back
coming back, blunders bashed if they don’t… f-ck it
i could’ve got my cap peeled last night like cup noodles
still alive with these top rhyming bars accrued to
boil ya whole squadron, you should’ve eschewed dude
but nah, i run up, jack ya, and parachute to
places unknown, escape the hunt, d.b. cooper
never catch me on ice, dawg, i ain’t ryan spooner
i’m the uncanny sharpshooter, suck gas, loser
even the homies know that i got a few screws looser
they know it’s on sight if they get traitorous
i’m dangerous, that’s just in my nature, ’cause
atlanta streets got me looking endangered, bruh
social infrastructure never enabled us
if you’re pondering why i gotta act deranged, it’s ’cause
the environment against us is what created us