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Operation Cosmic
Hip-Hop/Rap
Operation Cosmic was released on December 6, 2019 by Sleep Junkys as a part of the album Too Toan So Teary Us
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Release DateDecember 6, 2019
LabelSleep Junkys
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nikita Mandalou
Nikita Mandalou
Songwriter
Robert Orr
Robert Orr
Songwriter

Lyrics

Until you can spit like this, don't fight me kids
With your fritz pout your fits
I'm the little shit, that got her off your dick
When I had her convinced, you were just a kid
Man up little bitch, or your time is split
With me on watch, your as good as dead
Who's next on my list? Calling cicks,
Volunteers, calling all you chicks
Don't snitch you shit I know what you did
I'll make you shake like a case of Parkinson's
Bitch, don't hit me with all your shit
About the spot your in, I won't fall for it
Go hit the prick that's hollering
He'll call you in, teach you paw and sit
You don't get, that's it, all you are to him
Is a Chihuahua that fucks his pocket skin
With my keys son I delivered pizzas
And in my speakers Wiz Khalifa
Because, mirrors, I can see ya
I'm to you like Goku is to Freiza
I got your ass hung on my mantle
You don't like what I say then change the channel
I'll pay you my bill with quarters and nickles
And just like me it's a handful asshole
I've got lines and studio time
For all these rhymes that I like to write
And I'll try to be kind and ask you nice
But What the fuck have you done with your life
What the fuck are you good at now
Nothing, yeah that's what your life's about
So when you hear this, know that I take a bow
With fingers up while I ask, How do you like me now? Motherfuckers
Bet your philosophical jargon go soft at the sight of hard logic
You stalk a dream for too long and you start to crawl constant
The legs get tired and fuck witcha pace
The grace of compliments from colleagues can blow up in your face
You find a haste for making breaks that only satiate your tastes
Regardless of commonality triggering your escape
An ape in a cage waiting for creativity vacancies
Blaming lack of acceptance for parenthetical aches
You suck it up for the take
Aiming to bake the cake
Cater to mandates
From a panel of latent greats
You hate the way that it tastes
But the situation is fate
So embrace the remaining acres that dwindle in your estate
If quality is a legitimate fake
I can sell it
Make a profit while avoiding making quakes
I can tell if you been listening by the way that you shake
This embellishment is par for the course on the breakfast plate,
Pass the jelly, bitch
Written by: Nikita Mandalou, Robert Orr
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