Corrección Letra Lyrical Narcotics par Hyperaptive

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They call me Syko, lyrically I'm second-to-none
Got your head spun
Soon as the first second's-begun
Rhyme crazy as the devil having sex-with-a-nun
Never needed a gun, bitch my only weapon's-my-tongue
It sprays lethal-acid
Burning mics and sheets-to-ashes
Plus my beats-are-massive
Fam I could f*cking sneeze and release-a-classic
Not that it's hard to achieve, when this industry's-a-vapid
Cloning machine that only cares if the rate of p's-are-rapid
You must be sniffing keys-of-coke
If you think today's emcees-are-dope
Please hang yourself and don't ease-the-rope
'Til your body leans-and-slopes
They're not even-close
My rhymes'll melt your mind like butter on a piece-of-toast
So call Charlie, cause I bring fire-in-the-booth
I'm at the highest I've ever been admiring-the-view
Seeing all these little f*cking prats lying-to-the-youth
You ain't villain, a real villains' attire-is-a-suit!
And yes I know fully well that the road-is-raw
Never said I'm a guy who always abode-the-law
But you know-the-score
I've never been a persona-fraud
Telling you how I'm hustling and living by a code-of-war
I'm on a mission to commandeer-the-throne
And have the bad direction that this game has steered-atoned
Touched more topics than most rappers you hear-are-known
To touch the whole time their career-has-grown
In one year-alone
Fam you're nowhere near-my-zone!
I'm in outer-space!
About-to-break
Light speed and vanish without-a-trace!
Out-my-face
No omega beta or alpha-traits!
I ain't even human, I'm an alien that's out-of-place....

I got them lyrical-narcotics
Shottin rhymes from the lab for minimal-arse-profits
This business? I get hysterical-laughs-off-it!
It's just a bunch of goons with typical-daft-topics!
This is them lyrical-narcotics
Rhyming skill's right at the pinnacle-can't-top-it!
Went to rap's birth, pulled the umbilical-parts-off-it
Kicked the nurse, told her "It's mine bitch-and-you-can't-stop-it!"

Ain't nobody on my pedigree
The horseman of Sleepy Hollow ain't as off his head-as-me!
Man I'm a predatory
Killer surging with energy!
Already killed this game on SykoTherapy!
Now I'm putting the nail-in-the-coffin
No failing-or-stopping!
Bun the industry that mess is looking stale-and-just-rotten
Independent all day! I'll be prevailing-and-dropping
These tracks until I've got a whole set of staidums-rocking!
Til there's a aliens-coppin'
Copies of these narcotics
It's a sickness buried in me fam you can't-stop-it
No amount of vast-profits'll
Tempt me to branch-off-it
Every beat my path-crosses
I gotta burn harder than harsh-tropics
My mind's a machine made to breach-the-limits
Of this game, heart pumping at 90 beats-per-minute
No oxygen in my body only ether's-in-it
An artist through and through, cut me and I'll leak-acrylics
f*ck deep-with-lyrics
Man I'm at the cavernous-depths
Of insanity, This head's a f*cking hazardous-nest
Of bars, beats, rhymes, basically a chasm-of-death
For any emcees who wanna to test, how deep the savageness-gets!
A ravenous-vet
Man for years I've been flaming-tracks!
Yet back in the day a lot of guys would sit and claim-I'm-whack
Now everybody wants a track, with my name-attached!
And p*ssy's thrown at me like the f*cking sky's raining-cats!
But I ain't here for that nonsense
It's Syko Recordz bitch! Where the hits are just constants!
You know the deal, no need for question or conference
Only the illest music is ever leaving my conscience....

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