Spite - Intellectual

I raised my hand, felt my pride drown, she looked to the sides, picked Johnny with his face down (Huh)

I thought all could be, told me color was the new crown, he’s bound, handing out recites (ouch)

Told her no, it was my story, my glory so she left me out finding Nemo like dory (huh)

I felt a pain, lowered my dreams, told me to shut up, or so it seems

Quejesto, Alberto, ni un muerto, ahora tienen que llamar un experto, huerto

I need the café, espresso, ni un latte, gingerbrеad, excepto

Recеptor, a telephone call, she told me no it started a brawl

Right at the stall, I might fall, Steven segall

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Mojon, don’t lie to me, ya only written record’s a lobotomy

(What’s up, what’s up) my words reaching the academies, even judging in spite of me

(that’s tough, that’s tough) They’re surprised that I’ve control of me, unaware of my autonomy

Then they asked me to prove it, had it written chronologically, had it setup methodically

Wicked after being the villain, feeling the stealing, ceiling, the bank billing and teeth grilling, we all greedy

Keep the story clean penicillin, viable option it’s like opening up a dub yet leaving the caption, my soul leaving

My soles breathing, words sheathing, and sword sharp, made a tool for the high beam (it’s up)

And he was Persecuted by police who can’t wait to bend him over with his hands up

Took a big ol’ book to the gallery, one whose price exceeds ya whole salary

Got these 40 yr old babies on valorant, on the streets we all gotta stay vigilant

Take a Rorschach test for insanity, take a mirror to a trip, call it vanity

There’s nothing fair bout a circus, bet elect the right “god”, jih tuh represent

Got shot 3 times, now you say you got many men

Please kick this man out he’s just another david Duke

You got ppl living on the streets, yet the money is going to a new nuke

Ridiculous, I might puke, second klansman who can tell ppl what to do

Spite helps rule my reign!!!

If people say I don’t belong here, 365 days a year of Kendrick in my ear

Other ppl get a mill, move to Miami, and only left with skrilla to buy a beer

With the dont shoot bison shoot the deer, same ppl lisna damn now they full o FEAR

45’ and a 47’ just to go hunting, tell you same thing with rope and some candles

Oh that’s weird that wild, almost as evil as going spicy and having mild

Say a bad comment, hit the hay, your fired, get in line, all your rights expired

Shut the #### up!

Walk over to the cross close your eyes

Get lit the #### up!

Do you like the sound of gunshots?!??(gunshots, gunshots, gunshots)

(parte de lucy montero)

De: Ciro Daniel Fernández Rivera, Lucía Fernández Martínez