Ladi, Sin - Wolf of Poetry Lyrics

The one and only
Alone but never lonely

You may know of
Not too many know me

Day packed full
Most impactful animal

One man army
Admirable admiral

Capital my name when you speak
Capitalize on the lazy and the weak

You cappin
Can't catch a webcast
Liver than watching me casket any beat

Don't expire
Have you retired
Snackin' on a can of beans

Count on me
Lucky stars for weeks

Wack and wicked
Get winded, wheezin
Tryna run with me
Like they forgot to breathe

Least you got to see
Me show my ass
Before you
Had some
Grass to eat

Hand the pen to me
Watch me casually
Cause casualties

On a winning spree

Top rhyming
You top ramen
Recap the beef

My words did backflips
Ass kicked

All you did
Sit and steam

More trash
Than a middle seat
On a flight
Packed between
Two elderlies
With body odor
And kids to feed

Your shit gets more skips
Than the first porno scene

More trust issues
Than the government

Trust but verify
Terrorize the mic
Ghost write in pairs
Always play both sides

Sign treaty
Fly satellite
At the same damn time

Thermonuclear
Muchos orbitan
Me cuidan
Quieren triangular

Sin entrar al atmósfera
Miran brillar

Quien se quiere arimar
Destrucción total

I'm scarred
Calloused

Textured rough

Like sound of howling wolf

I'm no good
I'm fucked up

Known the duck when the room full

Outside making smokestacks
I'm only here for that spoonful

Old soul

She say I'm shy at the show
Oh no
I just don't shit with a plate some bowls go

Got a job to do
Sometimes bitches go rogue
When you're tryna go postal

Even with your best game
Won't get anywhere
Addressing me by pet names

All business

Everybody friendly
Ain't for friendship

Came here to earn and burn out
Not learn intentions

Keep distance
For mine in your protection

As a curb
I'd succumb to pain

Learned to prey on it
Now I eat that shit for breakfast

Gnarl my teeth
Defend my peace
They aren't for close inspection

Cry wolf all you want
I ain't coming

Strong with my pack
Alone I'm still a bad motherfucker

You know my howl when you hear it
Don't make an appearance any day

Hills to henhouse
I'ma eat anyway

Then turn loose
Go back to chasing the moon

Stay to myself
You never know who's trying to make a meal out of you

Meal out of you

Wolf of Poetry

Sin

SYLA volume two

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