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letra de music box - braidz mc

verse
ay heres an apical tip to rappers whispier than side cola
packing no piff; you standard as drinks, with side cola
guys that’ll hype up a fight on the night; throw it
rob em for their wins with a smile ’cause i’m nice
oh you’re mental as f-ck? i’m levels above – tripolar
never been loved, grecian tough, it made my eyes bolder
lost my back against the grain like a rice hauler
found the smoke and dissapeared from the circus like i’m nightcrawler
but i’m back again, i said i’m back again
i said i’m, wait, how many times i rapped that sh-t?
guess with tracks that span 15 of your rapping friends
that write then dissapear i felt you kids needed my magic pen
my melanin got me looking like a white walker
im twice colder though when holding throne; like wrestling
could blow for blow the best but i ain’t f-cking with these line snorters
just cause drugs stole ya life it doesn’t make you high-rollers
i stay brushing off my shoulders til they cry on em
while steering roughs to build the craft caught feelings flooding, rhyme noah
don’t slip and cut the hand that feeds you knife throwin’
dare to throw the dice bol’ i’ve seen so many eyes show up

hook
whod’ve thought, you gotta move to stop
guess i’m saying i ain’t felt i’ve switched rooms alot
had to slam the door to make my music knock
if that dope ain’t ready gotta cure the crop
when nothing’s safe am i supposed to loot the lock?
nah i’d rather get in key and sling through some cuts
’cause if the tunes are gone then my ruse disolves
and ill be just another twist in this music box

verse
at a point the whole album felt intro or outro
guess i wasn’t sure if i was in still or out so
the disc filled with rap flows, diss reels i had no
singles present in my area, now thats an ad joke
adjectively bad to make ya dads choke
views aside on suicide it ain’t alive; how could you hang rope?
in this sleeper city ill wake noised with townsfolk
change be in the air once i make points like patch notes
no longer will i be a starr blackened by deaf, most
my peers can’t write but they get flows, their sets dope
i’ve been a breakdancer to a street writer
everything i do is hip hop, turn a cypher to b’s cypher
master of words, i mute ants can’t see cipher
if you dug less arrant ram see you could decypher
words i put in rings that give me morgoth power
so that i’ll hold up just like saurons tower

bridge
bars on b is suicide, i view ya drops
like boats going through some rocks; beats just looping knots
ain’t a shooter dog but bark up the wrong tree
might spark up the wrong leaf, you’d rather me on hooch and hops
viewed a god like mercury, ive even got a crew that rocks
a pantheon that towers rappers stupid songs; computer box
lost city, who forgot?! ’cause when its time for dudes to drop
we slapping down a pack of cards and pimping off of uno stock

- braidz mc

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