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lirik lagu unfuckwittable – martinelli

part 1
[verse 1]
listen, if you spark to the fire then i’m the soak in this flame kid
and you can drown in a gl-ss if you ain’t got your floaties inflated
y’all struggle to form waves and create a scandal to get famous
maybe that’s g*nius and i’m basic, maybe your water is gated
and you lacking the fat checks because your rapping and -ssets
can’t even fall on deaf ears and that’s the key to no access
and you’re too blind to the facts while your income gets undercut
you claim to be the second coming ’cause you came runner up
regardless, this sh-t the end to the means
through a lot of doom ’til my pen drew my dreams
into arms reach, it’s close, i can smell the game’s breath
as it weighs on my shoulders, chills don’t repel my pained neck
but i just train and perfect
got guns to bang? i’m perplexed
how could you threaten to k!ll one who ain’t afraid of their death?
‘gon take some trials and sweat, sharpen sk!lls while you rest
’cause it’s hard to catch up and decapitate a man who’s miles ahead
been gut punched, thrown into the river, still took the crown
danced with da vinci, try to clip my wings but i ain’t looking down
bottom of the food chain ain’t a challenge, i’m tryna make it to the apex
to be the rawest of predators, i can’t go apesh-t with a latex
gotta be all in or i’m all out, but leave no bullets in the chamber
can’t be halfway in the war and be scared to pull it when in danger
if these shots are me capping, can’t be too handsome to fight
or it’ll all blow up in my face quicker than a samsung device
but what’s a c4 to a nuke? we got heavy artillery
what’s a bar to an m16 when we grab mics and start k!lling, g?
y’all a petty crime to a hitman with frank lucas type tendencies
feel your fear of god blessing me, watch this deity’s ascendency
f-ck if my words unforgivable, it’s the way i speak
and none of y’all close to invincible, a lois lane y’all peak
i’ve made my visions real visible, i’m working every day, night, week
’till i’m declared unf-ckwittable, there ain’t a day i sleep, nah

part 2
[interlude]
just hit them with that f-cking joe budden on the intro to “pump it up”
just f-cking: “uh, uh, uh”
look look, look look

[verse 2]
motherf-ckers can’t rhyme no more, ’bout rhyme no more
’cause they don’t know sh-t about these flows i ride (oh lord)
couple rappers in my town say gang type sh-t like they gunners
when they about as thug as i am and i’m a white kid from the suburbs
falling behind when they fronting ’cause they don’t practice what they preach (just)
grab a mic, hit record, yap sh-t to a beat
’bout how they slaughter all these k!llers but only hope to catch a body
when it falls into their lap but k!ll religiously ’cause they godly?
that’s backwards, you couldn’t smoke a backwood on incidental
feel like kendrick on “dna” ‘though it ain’t blood staining instrumentals
these streams of thought and all this pain that been flooding the mental
and i’ll be d-mned if i’m keeping the wrath of god stuck in my temples
bring fire to the tundras, thunderstorms to the peace
wave a peace sign and i bow while there’s guns of war on these beats
bring hurricanes to the fields, tornadoes swallow the land
now you wear your heart on your sleeve but it’s ’cause you’re a hollowed out man
strength ain’t confined to these bars so lock me up but i’m warning
come to fight armored like knights, still won’t jockey up in the morning
this montana in “scarface”, i’m going out guns blazing
but you big shots fall short of your aiming so when you’re done grazing
y’all kittens fighting lions with a slight meow and a scratch
but tuck your tails between your legs when mice seek out and attack
and try to leak out through the back like a couple knives to the spinal
as self control goes more spiral than a scuffle live that went viral
rapping scary as halloween working the graveyard shift
in a place they don’t hesitate to pull up and shoot like j.r. smith
so you better safeguard quick or get your brave heart split
a cry for freedom’s unheard when captive to bane’s darkness
make street fighters touch earth with only a one-punch critical
raw enough to knock you at the top of your game ‘fore i reach my pinnacle
with all this anger displayed, the only way that i’m clinical’s
for you to see i’m too ill to be less than straight unf-ckwittable, ah

- martinelli

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