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Genius English Translations - Shad Bra Freezetyler English Translation Lyrics

[Verse]
My bic is like Floyd, just like Froid
Fella, give me another dose of it, to see if it fucks up my thirst for mental possession that always focuses on it
Fucking failure à la Duvivier, Le Verrier who says it
I rape the fatigue, I killed the top one, my nigga, and I became the top one on the list of worms who talk too much and don't know anything, my nigga
My level's like UC (you see?) I surpass your maximum easily in a free
Fucked up that these guys doubt when I speak, but I prove in the beat what I say
A lot of bros there give a shit and I want them to fuck off when it comes to "Oh shit"
I maneuver like Maradona, my black stripe marathon
Low Miyagi, depressive anti psychiatrist
"This Shad is very Skrrzophrenic"
In fact, I don't deny that, it's true, my nigga, my mind is Gogh, I decapitate ears
From a very early age I was the dark black sheep
Yeah, the black sheep, my black chip said
It's much easier to disintegrate an atom than your prejudice
Damn time we were born in, we do what we fear, we fear what we live
We know, but we hide the fact that we saw the wreck in hunger of Lemos
That's why we eat what we read, we have rags traced by blood in lines
He saw an oratory coming drunk on his vine Oratory that's indecipherable to your people
They still ask why I run, Black Daddy in front of you, yeah
I want you to run from my Yogamaatha eyes
Bro employs the staff that holds your paw with a knife
Mothafucka' in the seal way, locked up like beloved seal
What hurts you in our game is that yours ain't got nothing to do
Bro, didn't you understand that I dominate the Fast Rap game?
I do this since the old times, boy, that's why I'm notorious in my hood
I throw the most sick game that kills a pussy that thinks he's sick on the game, my nigga
Look out, I don't give a fuck about what you think, what you talking about it a lot, bro, I mute bro that's giving the failure
So many bros giving the failure, I kill bro that fucks with the game
Go fuck yourself, fella that thinks my game ain't so good
This bullshit would sell much easier if I in fact switched lyrical for this shit
I don't cease in my act of changing this scene, but I don't stick with the Cena style
But I hit you in the Ravena style, compare it, my nigga
The difference between dementia and a professional Genius
Perfect the hunt on the traces, in the fucking bad I smash the paper
Detect the step on the pass, in the sad tone I hug the harm
I notice myself in the thirst that brings the traces
From the monster of no age that aims at your brain, brain, brainsick, nigga
Poor guys, I realize that you're still stuck in the Pseudotrack
Maybe when you get to the hammock you understand what the guilty one said
Who—who, who said it, my nigga? Stupid, realize that it was your own life (Huh)
Damn plague, stings like Killer Bee
In the breeze of my vodka, I still give you the killing beat
Don't lose it for the idea that it's easy to play like a nigga like Killa Beez, bro
I draw Hell in the outlined 6B grafitti to be Killer Bis, yeah
In fact, to me this ain't shit, my nigga, my syllabic game went over the limit
Call Crucified and see if he can save you
Giving applied sidekicks on your face, it's funny, my dear