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lirik lagu nico roberts - propaganda

[verse 1: nico roberts]
i was seven when i saw the first handoff, half a zip
momma said, “keep quiet” — i did, and the world flipped
by eleven, i was eyein’ weight like dumbbells
twelve gauge talk in the hallway where the blood dwells
thirteen grams tucked inside the mattress
fourteen seconds flat to hide it if they askin’
fifteen~year~old thoughts — machiavelli in my brain
sixteen candles, none lit — just flame
seventeen missed calls, numbers never lie
eighteen grams cooked at 9:09
that’s 9/09, time double, universe buggin’
i was readin’ feynman while the addicts kept comin’
plug talk in codes, switch tongues like polyglots
i ain’t in the system, but i know how to break the locks
twenty~twenty vision, twenty~two on my hip
that’s a paradox — clarity with the clip
math on the stove, look — 3.14 for the pie
divide that by 2 and watch how fast the fiends fly
i met god through the margin of error
i was sellin’ hope with a quantum mirror
you ever see time bend when the cops spin the corner?
i was e = mc trappin’ out the sauna
sh~t hot — fahrenheit 911
but i keep the numbers even, low~key, no weapon
code in my sentences, crack in the syntax
run it through a cipher, it’s bars on impact
i seen 36 o’s flipped like gymnasts
but the science of it all? that’s where i been at
every digit, every decimal — design like fate
you count losses, i calculate hate
you tote weight, i tilt fate — difference
you rapped bricks, i was into the physics
dark matter in the hood, that’s unsolved mass
and i still made it move with no hall pass
[verse 2: a$ap rocky]
uh, purple dreams, codeine pyramids
silk shirts with a tec tucked in the hymns
i move like a myth, silkier than all y’all
in the stu’ with metro, choppin’ beats like sawed~off
model face, war scars, bullets from the archives
got a .40 that hiccup, and a chain like starlight
bodega floors still whisper my name
f&n under the marble like it’s part of the frame
i was harlem sl!ckin’ with the ten~toes down
now i park the ghost, then ghost through town
ain’t no smoke like the one that’s subliminal
your favorite rap god sweet, borderline spiritual
y’all follow trends, i trend off balance
i’m the glitch in the style — raw with malice
she wanna f~ck the aura, not just the image
sippin’ dark truths, only god is a witness
propaganda in the air, make the youth confused
i’ve been truth since a$ap yams had the fuse
fur coats in the summer, never subtle
versace boots with the mac, that’s the struggle
gold t~~th grin while i talk to the masses
i’ve been luxury pain, drenched in madness
rebel since the lunch line, drip since the struggle
i had crack raps and rick owens buckles
you can hear harlem in the rhythm of my tone
even when i whisper, i’m deeper than your poems
they told me cool it down, but the fire’s systemic
this ain’t fashion rap, this kinetic aesthetic
put a price on my head — i doubled it
you in designer lies — i’m in rugged sh~t
catch me in a loft where the ceiling don’t exist
spittin’ prophecy while your favorite rapper wish
it’s propaganda — everything is a lens
but i’m sharper than the edge where the verse begins
woo

- lirik lagu nico roberts

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