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letra de intro - dada shiva

as the casket doors close over the bread basket
hungry mouths pray soft for safe p-ssage
blacks just know it’s cold and it’s tragic
suffocated by beasts and their blankets
but i keep one flame lit beneath the mattress
all i need is a blunt to p-ss
shrugged off being a teacher in every cl-ss

as the casket doors close over the bread basket
hungry mouths pray soft for safe p-ssage
blacks just know it’s cold and it’s tragic
suffocated by beasts and their blankets
babies being born inhaling burnt plastic
folks in the streets move faux like fantastic
rain, snow, sleet, and heat it don’t matter
rain drops clean their twins in blood splatter
keep hearing feedback from radio chatter
keep hearing feedback from radio chatter
feds want me dead in the streets like i don’t matter
heart got cold as the heat that spins saturn

i smoke like burnt trees
she taste my babies
fists balled on my jeans
eyes open can’t see
good morning good deeds
don’t mourn when i leave
1 handful know me
see spies in these streets
cyanide in they teeth
they ask me what’s beef
the banner bright green
etched cursive it read:
the shiva released
see red in the streets
no justice no peace
1 negus 1 piece
enemies don’t sleep
don’t f-ck with police
catch nasty disease
i’ll k!ll you mercy
my att-tude change
don’t look me in my face
i got the shiss-shiss-shiss-shiss-shiss-shiss-shiss
don’t reach
i don’t just preach
dada saladin whip flyer than aladdin 3 booties clapping
to be honest barely know happened

i seem more violent the closer you get to my core values
but it’s a simple truth that to create some sh-t you must destroy boundaries
and my head is wrapped in my eminence and this pink castle
i keep old fables told to young giants as they eat tables
that’s why i need 24 models
66 bottles
look ya’ll i’ve grown to not bother ever since i noticed how hollow machinations control your bravado
young god rather live and let lava
tell the truth only people that know me think i’m gon get it from karma
that’s why i keep it safe in my jeans
kept to the side like lean
boy you know life do you dirty and police waking up early
1 black madonna 2 terra-cotta’s 3 virgins
they ain’t had shiva go back to back with the furnace
my money senile need mind games just to purchase
don’t tell me nothing except i’m coming it’s hurting
300 stacks each for all 6 of my packs
i need it quicker than a jamaican attack
if they don’t want give it ima be sending em back
if they don’t want me be nothing it’s they don’t want me be black
so here i am
decisive as a haitian attack
bring it back
strong as 47 of jack
riddle me that
slap
baby back rapper tacky hat grabber, uh
track better off battered don’t believe in clutter uh
snack on a shirt grabber motherf-ck a runner up
i can never get enough
i been laying anaconda style
h-lla low
n-gg-s ask will shiva ever die
already yo
n-gg-s thinking they should have a try
well then go
n-gg-s know i’m chieftain of the tribe of the flow
n-gg-s way too scared to shoot
will i die?
they don’t know
though it’s clear from the front from the sides from the rear that d.a.d.a
mean what he say
not to be played
cultivating true aim everyday
is the name of the game do i play not today but
everyday prior
so when i tell it to you don’t be thinking me a liar
spin a web of visions that pertain to my desires
the1 that’s been a menace since the drc
talking to the devil got my penance like the trc
stumble ‘pon my enemy beaten like an effigy
still in league with a posse of cosmic ent-ties
they don’t want see a real g waste his energies
if it’s one thing waste time it’s the revelries
wish they would’ve told me ‘fore i did it like it owe me
if i could’ve told the old me people phoney
think i would’ve kept it low key for the last 3
think i might not have not have blown trees everyday g
think i should accept that good drugs made me crazy
and plus man last thing to call these bars is lazy
anyway n-gg-s still dying everyday b
tell me when the block got hot as tepanyaki
dada shiva flow like biremes and the triremes
had to trade nose eye spleen for the rhyme scheme
better take notes i scheme tryna bite me
you must have no idea who god be
you must have no third eye with which to see me
yo punk -ss let yourself be trapped by the 3d
pray they don’t force the same fate on their babies
you must have no idea who i be

- dada shiva

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