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lirik lagu mrg

britchen (verse 1):
its lagos city and im repping with the best again/
strictly observing everything we’re bringing to the table, if yall dawgs gonn feed, you best believe its pedigree/
this is royal rumble, you can’t receive serenities/
you dropping gun bars?
i turn these k!ller beans to bean cakes, your mistake, you just release the enemy/
super hero landing when im stepping in the premises/
unleashing godly bars like am arresting with the heavenlies/
your best bars woulda been deserving in the 70s/
blending with the melodies/
its freaky friday way im swapping bodies with them ghost writers resting in the cemetery/
you really calling out my lines or it must have been a b~tt dial? depressing if we let it be/
grab a brother by the throat, let him git the penalty/
for trynna flex muscles with me, i bless the gee with tetany/
can’t believe yee eff with me/
effing with mi specialty?/
rapping is my cup o’ tea
and like a used tea bag, yes, mi given everything/
i mean i run this game but yo leg is hit with necrosis/
you only get the ball back if you messing with the lebanese/ (baalbek)
and if your thinking too bright
i burst your bulb of ideas, im messing with telepathy/
green snakes in the business, steadily be shedding skins/
but i shall trample upon serpents, its clearly written, sefini/

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psykee (verse 2):
they call me psykee
ain’t n0body punching like me
i’m prolly tyson in a teenage body
get y’all enlightened with words am writin
put me up with dawgs on a track..it’s a murder
gat dem screaming what a body!! like they saw the girl i’m piping
i’ve done it done it nicely so gimme props cos i need it bros
i been the boss so ain’t gat no time for no flimsy talks
yeah i’ve seen all homie from start to the finish
so ain’t tryna be slept on like hard decisions
reason i could bring lyricism and still make una feel the gbedu
and mah ish slaps hard kinda like garri from ijebu
never backing down or settle i been a rebel
bad guy na me dey follow your sis..like the figure 7
no snitch on my circle dawg…tryna make a rank out the list of rappers that set it of?
they just give me first they don’t even give it a second thought
that’s a lesson taught so just sit in class
while we bringing facts and figures y’all cannot match the lasgidi cats
shout out to ruth for the platform
now they can see my wave bury rappers like sand storm
i eliminate these rappers thereby reducing the populace
raising the bar high now these kids can’t get a chocolate
d~mn it ama beat and you the bait no wonder you debating
the way i’m k!lling every beat i got your heart beat racing
other states be throwing subs it’s ok with me of cos but i think they marlians the way them shorts be falling off!
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spliff (verse 3):
born on the streets of lagos.. center of excellence and that’s fact!
he he.. smiling real crazy when i flashback
on a good day its cool.. calling us ruffians is a harsh tag
on a bad day, sars eff around and turn you to a hashtag!
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you’re now rocking with a paragon!
balogun down with the hits.. i dey para gan!
enemies they overtaking me,stay thinking that my powers gone?
they get caught/cut on the ‘long run’.. that’s a stabbing in the marathon!
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they think i’m playing, i ain’t having that
i’m grinding… and trying to earn stripes on the side… like adidas!
spliffy k!llin em.. call me hannibal!
so why come back with the ‘cans i/cancer left back’.. abidal?
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i stand alone while the rest gather
and patience is the key, no dey vex scatter
i try to put in more when its gets harder
cos mama said if i don’t ‘pop’, i gatta take it a step ‘farther’!
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competition shoot at me.. but they aim at nothing
and doing that is uncool, soon.. and y’all ain’t ma cousins
no matter what bee in this game i’m buzzing
anybody come at me to fight.. again i’m bussing!
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this verse is fire hommie spliffy wrote it
and the story cool hommie afolayan told it
no matter the weapon i’m sure i’ll tote it!
what i’m spitting so dope.. i’m betting pablo sold it!!
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tha spicy (verse 4):
you rappers belong to the waste, bunch of f~nny packs/
ah see stans” wherever i go and i ain’t handicapped/
you say lagos city is whack? better take it back
we lasgidi buh if it’s rap? other states will lag/
i stay fly with my god feeling/
boss gimmick/
spitting c~ckily/
sorta like company /
when u drop lyrics/
we gat ‘bored’ in it/
the flows they coming lit/
barz like oxygen /
you ain’t touching this/
executive rapper, with the ‘exco bar’ shii like drug dealing/
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the pun ‘is slam’ tho i’on know quran
it’s zoolatry, so when you see this goat, you bow/
i’m guinness in the booth with the ‘mike power’/
your punchlines like kim k, they back fire/
your men be ‘shaking’/
when i spit, u can’t match the ‘grit’
so i’m envisaging../
the previous bar gon be overhead, shii be levitating/
d~mn it’s crazy/
you guys barely rate me/
and when the tapes cl!ck/
they gat more waves than the facebook of a s~xy lady/
relegating/
you whackos, i know you fear me greatly/
said the barz like oxygen, every vets in, hailing…/
my barz, my flows your prescription fools/
i’m the one the rappers dread, you the real punk dude/
y’all clowns you should be up in tick tocks too/
hold yourself together or you get this clips on you/

nazskils (verse 5):
off the bat swinging repping lasgidi
facts really these cats won’t last in my fast city
round the corners where they blast millies if you act silly
it ain’t about the virus when you see that mask with me
guy listen…naz isn’t the type to test your luck with
best you forfeit you can’t…measure up kid
the tech i walk with will wreck your force field
a veteran these n~ggas negligent, that raw sk!ll i never lost it
method is rare same as the application
still a th~rn in the flesh leave haters with lacerations
the greatest these cats debating well i surpass the faking
best be careful…thoughts i express will end your masquerading
captivating but the mic is merciless
no sweat.. i roll on n~ggas like some antiperspirant
so blessed…c~cky or confident to me all is a compliment
serving food for thought y’all suffer mental malnourishment
yea it’s all systems go when i’m in battle mode
these snakes get the machete i rattle foes
and they all fear us
i come with that music of death like ghanaian pallbearers
whenever i record letters, on a silent front
taking shots at gifted rappers what i call a talent hunt
i’m a tyrant typing bars while trying blunts
that smoke is what you dying from you heard it
styling on these suckers for free they don’t deserve it

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