Precision

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Leonardo Graves

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Precision like steel
No missing point, kill
Every verse spit curls
Smoke raise in a finish
Totem scripts written here
Flow and beat so different
Can't pinpoint an influence
Just know I'm dope and cold heating
If you dust spliffs for flair, hold that L
That won't bode well
If your spirit is of need purity from madness
Better wish that derails won't get the high stale
The addict shit cannot prevail another
Make paper curl, dipping and dropping ink
Like  I lived in the 1880s
There is no coming after me
Your only destiny there is your lines sounding flat
Anger of yanking a chain, stitch off a broke drive
Spite another's speed boat
Anchor thrown to slow this shit cause I
Won't go home again
Put a blow on em
Turn the tone to tame
Bum on the beat again some praise and moe-nay
Rather flutter the clouds
Cuz I'm cluttered in doubt- but I'm still

I'm locked and loaded
Bullets cocked and hoping
Some rocks are thrown in
So I can come with showing
The way the block is blowing
This got the bop with stoic
Beauty, rap as a poet
Quake, shocking my world and 
Everybody sees what I got now
Every body shot is sharp its
I'm still refined inside with art
To break some bills with this art 

Verse two comes with rumble too
Clutter screws to put this split mind from two
When you make noise passion is when no fight goes
A light bulb flicker effect is the start
No budge, small recognition is the fucking goal
Measure the skill needed to beat up a beat creatively
I'm going off the reel
Blowing heat from speakers
It can heat your hands up, you clamp up
When mics in hand, and the crowd thumps
Head down give in and throw hands up when I 
I surround a mic with bars, calls of prisoners
Succumb alike with scars, all wits on here
Beam in all balls,
No one's around, my fucking house
I bounce these hounds, hitting foul balls out
All bout winning
But I still bounce in a freeze
Stick out like a sneeze
Slick talk to crowd pump, a loud sound that I got
And will bump
Your chain I pull on for a choke out
But a phrase for my mind
Are these bullets I've lined
Mounted up, ready for y'all when I blow up

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