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Jesus Polanco Perez
Songwriter
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Jesus Virtuoso
A Virtuoso of Deceit
Savage mode nigga I'm a savage mode a thriller
21 bitches for my 21 hitters
A bottle of liquor call that antidote
They told me never ever ever ever sell my so-oul
Bitch I can do what the fuck I please to
You could never tell me what I can't or I can do
Rhyming scheme looking like a dream to you niggas ha
And I'm not even at the top lil niggas
Thinking about the past, Living in the present
Looking at the future nigga what a fucking blessing
Wake up every morning looking up at my progression
Looking at the mirror and I can see my own Ascension
This is my redemption, I can show aggression
Only to the niggas that be showing that obsession
Why you asking questions? You OP niggas stressing
Young bull nigga coming up no depression
Savage mode nigga I'm a savage mode a thriller
21 bitches for my 21 hitters
A bottle of liquor call that antidote
They told me never ever ever ever sell my so-oul
Bitch I can do what the fuck I please to
You could never tell me what I can't or I can do
Rhyming scheme looking like a dream to you niggas ha
And I'm not even at the top lil niggas
Let me switch it up a little bit it
I got these melody's in my head
Repeating like a trend
Let me show you just a little bit it
Of what I'm capable of of what I'm capable of
Lyrical thoughts overloading my brain
Its my mental madness is roaring filled up with rage
With an overdose of hate and some overwhelming pain
Creates Jesus Virtuoso You better remember the name
Preaching this preaching that acting like I'm a saint
But honestly we are all the same
When we all hit the grave
But I am one in a million and are one in a million
The differences between you and me is that I had a clear vision
Yo
Mental collision throwing bodies in the Pacific
My bodies shivering ending careers is my ambition
My inner voice told me never quit it's your commission
To surpass the greats and the hatred that was given
I'm on my Ill mind of Hopsin
Speaking my mind like a prophet
I know the enemy is watching
Hoping he Dodge's the conflict
All of your music defines symbolic dysfunction
Did u catch the holy ghost or was it a Miss function
Your mind brainless and your future defines pathetic
You mom doesn't like you, you had a baby at eleven
You didn't hesitate but now your asking for redemption
Pray to god that your sins takes you away from heaven
Modo salvaje cabron modo salvaje
Te estcupo en la cara como Carlito salvaje
Como zeus tengo alto voltaje
Te mando a papito Dios, tenga buen viaje
Savage mode nigga I'm a savage mode a thriller
21 bitches for my 21 hitters
A bottle of liquor call that antidote
They told me never ever ever ever sell my so-oul
Bitch I can do what the fuck I please to
You could never tell me what I can't or can do
Rhyming scheme looking like a dream to you niggas ha
And I'm not even at the top lil niggas
Writer(s): Jesús Pérez
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