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lirik lagu delusion of grandeur – seji-bot

[intro]

i’m coming at ya fakes with gamma-rays and nappa-rage
k!lling everything you wrote whole-hearted with half a page
i crash parades, with a sniper rifle and relax in shade
i spat the m-ss array of blackest flames, what do you have to say?

[sage]

date with destiny, i’m finna give her swollen knees
when she goes to sleep i’m on the bedside – smoking trees
woe is me, end of life is what i’m stoked to see
“little n-gga why you tryna fight when you got frozen feet?”
flip the bird and i’ll be sure to give a broken beak
if i don’t like the sh-t i’ll let em’ know, openly
flow with ease so you people always f-cking know it’s me
the goat of speech, steady crushin all ya hopes and dreams

posted – throwing coffee mugs and hockey pucks
awfully fun, doing what i want n’ stuff it’s shocking, huh?
wanted broads n’ blunts and then i went outside n’ got me some
you cryin’.. but it’s what you get for talking tough
you tryin’.. but what you spit is not enough

momma always said to just forgive but don’t forget the sh-t
made it to the pridelands.. i’m technically an immigrant
barely givin’ sh-ts unless they’re b-tches with the biggest t-ts
a ridiculous idiot who’s spitting sh-t that’s hideous
drop bombs around the same area yo city in
sideous.. mixed with just a bit of (eisenhower)
“a challenge?.. at night this hour?”
shame.. it would seem you have the minor power
you’ll find that ours is greater when you die this sour, but sweet death..
and declare defeat
chair and seat your -ss at the front cause sage is there to teach
a pair of feet is what you n-ggas are, compared to me
prepared a speech on accident and now you barely dare to speak
an outcome, without none, is what yall are scared to see..
guranteed, n-gga don’t doubt us, carelessly…

but still do the sh-t.. carefully
young sage been building on a bar that yall can barely reach
you know she sucks too much d-ck.. when she got hairy t–th
care to see a b-st-rd slashing rappers in the air by threes?
fire style, heating sh-t up, to bare degrees
the type of music that is quite amusin’, apparently
finna give you all types of bruises with a pair of cleats
disparage fleets, leaking spinal fluid now they’re at ease..

[outro]

it’s (theres) no doubt here… face all ya battles n just tackle em without fear…

- seji bot

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