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letra de aged & laced (radio) - bravo & sandman

[verse 1: sandman]
i’m giving you something to grow on that’ll keep you
in orbit like electrons. phonetically blessed, yet i’m so calm
sand and rasco got you bleeding. solo h-m- sapien
raiesd in southern cali, born in cleveland
the nucleus of soft n-gg-s’ pet peeves and the marrow
of narrow back injuries. century devil
fatigue flak jacket, warrior on the prowl
cats be cramming my style like backflipping in attics
with low ceilings. i’ll tap ‘em out with headlocks
and no feelings attached and this is all fact
nonfiction, a hundred percent jurisdiction
when this dialogue is sprayed in the middle of fog
with the senses of a dog, riddles of a demigod
caps simple, yet it seems hard to trust. walk with us
experience first-hand the psychopathic thoughts
emblematic landslides while you fantasize

[hook: rasco and sandman]
you n-gg-s is pretend actors to it and we stealth
while you live in the sand, afraid to fend for self
you n-gg-s need to stop wasting our time and face it:
you can’t catch what you can’t understand, so stop chasing
‘cause water and milk and coffee and gin and
foes ain’t friends. suppose this was the end
you n-gg-s need to stop wasting our time and face it:
you can’t catch what you can’t understand, so stop chasing

[verse 2: rasco]
man, you n-gg-s can get the suplex
five deep in front of your duplex
semi-automatic, we at it, we cause static
i’ll be in this game and cause havoc
high velocity with the speed you need
i leave n-gg-s in the weeds where they can’t be found
hop right into the whip and head straight to the town
surround-sound capability. f-ck these cats
that ain’t feeling me. hit y’all with full artillery
i made a run for the fifteen hund
me and sandman leaving y’all shocked and stunned
number one cali agent. the same n-gg-s that
won the west heard the rest, but i wasn’t impressed
i’d stress green if i was fifteen or sixteen
with nothing on my mind but grades and prom queens
i’m thirty years old. i got a family to feed
so never talk sh-t about a n-gg-’s wants and needs

[hook: rasco and sandman]
‘cause water and milk and coffee and gin and
foes ain’t friends. suppose this was the end
you n-gg-s need to stop wasting our time and face it:
you can’t catch what you can’t understand, so stop chasing

[verse 3: sandman]
try to block a barrage of obnoxious phantom shots
that connect like electric shocks to your subconscious
draining all the bullsh-t and nonsense, stripping your thoughts
topless. and it won’t stop ‘til calamities
the copilot inside the c-ckpit. understood?
i’ll bang when i slam pigeons and camp under your hood
damage it good for all the time that you’re wasting
i’ll pace my design—never haste. aged and laced

[verse 4: rasco]
we’ll be the most unexpected. my style can’t go
undetected. too many signs of hot rhymes
sixteen shots to your knot, we rock
with the certified sh-t that be sweeping your block
we be right up in your spot in the place to lace
take henny to the face, we straight with no chase
we giving y’all a taste, baby, line for line
rasco and sandman, we be ready to shine

- bravo sandman

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