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lirik lagu rs - cypher 1

[verse 1: r.s]
since an adolescence
been actin hysterically
with all the sh~t i went through
i should be in therapy
i’d better be believe me
it’d be better for me
thinkin of ways i’ll make it
to stardom escaping poverty
this ain’t no way to live
racking up stacks of cash i wish
with all my sh~t f~cked up still wishing
what do i have to give
am i to pop a pill
am allergic to
success should i get some benadryl
and then instill
get a bag smoke it and shoot it up in my veins
what do i gotta to do to make it up in this game
useless sh~t to make it hype around my name
so that one day it doesn’t matter
what i say i get away so long i play by the rules
write my way round some fools
been toughened up a lot
and through that
i up and went outta my way and threw my
anger and managing my emotions and man they flew by
like a drive by
my thoughts just cruise i’m
like tom
the mission i’m on is impossible
oh wait hold on i wasn’t done
spitting this just whipping this sh~t
like cream i’m frosting this beat
with you replaying this bit
rewinding the tape
or it be the vhs cassette
hold up stop drop and roll
my flow is outta wack and outta control
patrol my woah and hold my whole body disclosed
and keep on bashing my gourd and
i might just cook like gordon
while i’m in the kitchen stoked and
the stoves hot and my bars transcend
all known laws of aviation i fly homeward
wait sp~ce bound or homebound
going in circles like a round a bout
to crash out so f~ck it like i’m f~ckin the beat like a rebound
cuz i just can’t let go like i boomerang
bang and boom i rang my f~ckin boo and then
it f~cking went awry i cut goodbye
but anyway it didn’t mean anything
in any case me rapping is everything
you might even think that i’m a f~ckin con
now let me hand yo ass over to kon
[verse 2: konddawg]
one two three i’m the boy in the c~ckpit
mosh pit driver imma blow up quick like a rocket
rocka rock your sh~t when i spit with the wesson
wordsmith catch you quick then i teach you a lesson
quick wit? dimwit? i’m ignant by profession
professing my love for this rap sh~t
then smack sh~t don’t pack heat no rap sheet
no crash out no athlete quick feet but foul mouth
i’ll mistreat this drumbeat not offbeat
but i got some pockets to rhyme in
i’m in my prime on my vibe on my bullsh~t
i put in the work and the time and the sweat then
i put in the work and the time and the f~ck it
that’s enough practice
gonna pack this beat up and roll it
light it yeah i luminate the rap game
way i’m lit up off this beat
got all the other rappers hanging
they head down in defeat
with whole crowds jumping
banging side to side i’ve got them off they feet
starting a riot rocking back and forth between
rubber bullets blasting trashcans bob the builder yes we can’s
like afghans
we fight the power and you best dig it d~mn it we too good
this flower can’t pick it stan’s got some issues
and he’s boutta stick it the big man’s oppressive
so he’s gotta kick it so kick back an enjoy a revolution televised
but get off our way now that your ass have been advised
they telling lies
c’est la vie if you got opps in tel aviv and who are we
i’m doubting all the things that they are telling
me why can’t you see that lockheed’s got you locked on
unimportant news importing hate
and all the lies that spew from all this
media blues all these
hues of madness there’s no rage
there is just sadness time for grief has passed
it’s time to rage against the darkness
can’t pass the torch on
waiting for greatness
the fight’s here and now and i’ve brought it to your faces

- lirik lagu rs

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