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letra de courtesy (cover) - cornerstone-the mc

yawh, cornerstone-the mc
razi!

yawh, aha, yawh
yawh

son i choose to reside in no man’s land
voice on mic is like light bending in a kodak lens
showing life of a lion that they are not holding in
cages and stages, faking and raging
never raised a generation
all that remains is a mane and training, that
made him domesticated
i’m as real as they make ’em
these rappers duplication like
shadow-clone naruto
this my way like bushido
my pen is my honor like kartana blades
and like earth-quakes do chandeliers
i got heads bobbing to these jams, and i
i k!ll tracks no courtesy

ayeah, ayeah!
yawh, yawh, yawh

yo, bounce back on the beat like cadillac fleets
every mighty griffin fall but he land on his feet
and he fly amongst the, pride of grandeur
mark his place in world with a roar of thunder
when the call’s amandla!
the lyricists’ reply is awethu
when the b-ss kick like mbaqanga
kick rappers out they slumber
pull out a 3-star and tell that dj chencha number
stone is poised in
stealth, accuracy slow poison
old school, new school, no school rules
i leave the sound to the pro-tools dudes!
ya’ll are tyrannosaurus
you bite you reach, but you can never get upon us
guru with the voodoo rap lesdona
i listen to rap songs
thinking bout rappers that p-ssed on in commemoration
look to the sky and exclaim my salutation
look at my brother and wonder where this life will take us
where this life will take us!

’cause mama get money and give most to bryan-b
now these cats wanna put me on these performance lines free
nah, ga ke snai g, ska ntsaa jaaka khwakhi
want me to jump on these stages
better show me where the cake is
if they don’t give us that paper
then you know that we taking it
the power is sickening, sn-tch your position
power outage! it’s mindcirkuit
and if it’s my record
expect bars so hard that any attempt to rap along, my brah
your tongue wear off
fully loaded clip, murder one, gun revolve
getaway car, hmm, that’s your mom’s red golf
with your sister shotgun she say she drunk in love
that’s me on my shady tip
didn’t write a chorus because stoney is a lazy pr-ck
i hate instrumentals
cause they make me compromise what come out my mental
that’s why i, turn your beat into a murder scene!

these verses and these scriptures
a beast like three sixes
the dream been v6s, a daughter with three siblings
a wife through ups and downs who ride with me till sea sickness
who got tricks up her sleeve when sheets bicker
she keep her husband pleased with st–ze pimping
release victims of war crimes, you free pimping!
we won the war against the wackness
stop the fake drakes from quacking
true lyricists and vocalists
we limitless as capital ownership
samantha said my craft is great and unique
that was like a lavish meal for my ego
tlamelo came and lit my potential way before we had a mic to pick up
sometimes i wanna call my n-gg-s and ask ’em to listen to things i writ up
i was burning papers with my lyrics before my n-gg-s started lighting
swishers
bite my nails till verses blurting like hiccups

these kickers, go ticka, go tecka, go tecka
these rappers ain’t trapping
these rappers ain’t trapping, they yapping
we clapping, cramping diaphragms
i crack they bars with the pressure
but it is all in my leisure
this that real life, real life don’t got no replay
but this was for my lyricists courtesy of this remake!
yaaah!

- cornerstone the mc

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