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letra de tidal tracc - anacron & astrobwoy

[anacron]
here we go now, so raw
finna get it crackin’ at the hoe-down, faux pas
flow off the lip. foes often trip
but when we loc up, they look low, cough then dip

[astrobwoy]
so spectacular, flossing crip
empty magazines then we tossing clips
shit-talking rap guys get attacked
like rocking yarmulke’s on the streets of iraq

[anacron]
peep the fly track, we speak and lie back
ya’ll too serious; fool, we trying to relax
you’re gonna have to relapse to dreaming you got me
while i’m hollering victory like, “b-tch, yahtzee!”

[astrobwoy]
rock these hoes out of their hot jeans
f-ck these bros in the hip-hop scene
i’m so obscene when it comes to chumps
my whole family’s fat like the klumps

[chorus: anacron and astrobwoy]
we’ve gotten these hot mc’s incisors chattering
astro’ and ‘cron, double-a battery
complex flows simplistic patterning
‘cron and ‘astro, double-a battery
independent gangsters, we love to dance
even more diesel than our fancy pants
fabulous before the pairograffery
the staff of g’s, double-a battery

[astrobwoy]
this is dedicated to the marks that hated
boring battle rappers, and the critics that graded
working your jaw bone, it’s going to get shattered
you double-g-y and finna get double-a battered

[anacron]
-ssault; i’m a hot-head to a fault
you’re caught in the tummy somersault
cobalt; i’m wearing that you’re crying salt
i vault while the coppers holler “halt!”

[astrobwoy]
a to the s to the t-r-o
high-priced nasty rap, escargot
light-brown n-gg-s, blacker than charcoal
and we are pro daily, april to marzo

[anacron]
metaphors mean squat when marks mouths get mashed
and critical quips can’t keep your collarbone from getting crashed
i’m a razor b-mp rash, all up in your face
here to give you a taste of the annoyance you create

[refrain: anacron and astrobwoy]
chin goes up, forehead goes down
that’s the way you nod your head to the sound
chin goes up, forehead goes down
now ride

[anacron]
this the dopest shit you got within earshot
so slide it in your alpine because it’s too hot to trot
roll the windows down and share it with the rest of the block
blow the system out not caring about the five-zero
don’t end the drive here, though; make it city-wide
and sing along with a grin and a sparkle in your eye
absorb the pleasant vibe like garfield with a pie
i’ma let my cuzzin ride because it’s so hard to say goodbye

[astrobwoy]
i got a white cap with a big blue “c”
one of two g’s that make you say ooh-wee
whether kicking raps or producing
we beat like jim kelly and bruce lee
‘cron’s gq’ed but i stay g’ed up
crenshaw/slauson-style khaki cuffed
busters want to doubt it but they’ll know we tough
when they’re on the floor hollering, “that’s enough!”

[refrain: anacron and astrobwoy]
chin goes up, forehead goes down
that’s the way you nod your head to the sound
chin goes up, forehead goes down
now ride

- anacron astrobwoy

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