ANCORA
Iubesc rapul, fiecare
Expresie metafora
Bunicu' a fost marinar
Deci va trimit in ancora
Suntem intr'un fel
Da' mai avem o latura
Cant ca bufnita
Cand nu te astepti
Pe ramura
Tre' sa mint si eu
Ca fac milioane, sute
Muzica e ring de box
Tre' sa ma bag in lupte
Descurca-te singur
N-are cine sa te ajute
Si paraseste problema
Cand treaba se-mpute
Luptator maestru
E facut sa-i infrunte
Pe fiecare! Tare ca stanca
Ca un munte
Nu sta sa ceara ajutor
Nimeni nu-l aude
D'asta cladeste un viitor
Face rime pe secunde
I leave trails of dead mics
I beat feds with lead pipes
I run chains like red lights
I heat veins in set sights
I seat trains with low lights
I write rhymes with gods heights
I sike benz in rod spites
I hike dens for code nights
I must been a little tipsy
So I did an ottoman an hit her
Bid on her soul befo' I slit her
Throat, jus' to keep this all afloat
In a boat that we row
Asleep awake, I always grow
Mo' ways then jus' fo show
I bus' it so I'm
Trippin' clippin' the drip in
Hittin' the
Fittin' sittin' in a lit in I bit in a Kamikaze
Plane insane the game when I tip it
From the hip up
Like the Bin Laden or the Taliban
Im on fire man
Killin' yo nex' of kin by the throat
Which means
There ain' hair to the throne
Im sealin' my feelin' of
Killin' while still in
Bone stealin' process
Where am I a fair fight
Stay tight or face a boogyman
Which means goodnight
Expresie metafora
Bunicu' a fost marinar
Deci va trimit in ancora
Suntem intr'un fel
Da' mai avem o latura
Cant ca bufnita
Cand nu te astepti
Pe ramura
Tre' sa mint si eu
Ca fac milioane, sute
Muzica e ring de box
Tre' sa ma bag in lupte
Descurca-te singur
N-are cine sa te ajute
Si paraseste problema
Cand treaba se-mpute
Luptator maestru
E facut sa-i infrunte
Pe fiecare! Tare ca stanca
Ca un munte
Nu sta sa ceara ajutor
Nimeni nu-l aude
D'asta cladeste un viitor
Face rime pe secunde
I leave trails of dead mics
I beat feds with lead pipes
I run chains like red lights
I heat veins in set sights
I seat trains with low lights
I write rhymes with gods heights
I sike benz in rod spites
I hike dens for code nights
I must been a little tipsy
So I did an ottoman an hit her
Bid on her soul befo' I slit her
Throat, jus' to keep this all afloat
In a boat that we row
Asleep awake, I always grow
Mo' ways then jus' fo show
I bus' it so I'm
Trippin' clippin' the drip in
Hittin' the
Fittin' sittin' in a lit in I bit in a Kamikaze
Plane insane the game when I tip it
From the hip up
Like the Bin Laden or the Taliban
Im on fire man
Killin' yo nex' of kin by the throat
Which means
There ain' hair to the throne
Im sealin' my feelin' of
Killin' while still in
Bone stealin' process
Where am I a fair fight
Stay tight or face a boogyman
Which means goodnight
Credits
Writer(s): Flame Maslina
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