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letra de back to the center - dagha

[verse 1: dagha]
dag with a different type
show cats how to rip it right
on any stage for any age
from pay-per-view to nick at nite
doc said i was sick with mic
but i write with kryptonite
superman be sitting tight
batters ain’t hittin’ right
ballers wanna riddle ice and p-i-m-p
but when the gats h-t the floor then the club gets empty
i’d rather control the crowd through organized frenzy
intense commentary comes across quite gently
i’ll probably have to die to get a ride in a bentley
but i could care less material things can’t tempt me
i chose this beat for flows to speak
and those who seek
art forms unique / code of the streets in raw form
children of the corn best be warned
first born i swarm when the frequency’s on
frequently gone but my energy’s a permanent fixture
observing a mixture of truth and lies
reality’s warped in the youthful eyes
gotta euphonize
and check where our scruples lie
back on the track k!lling sh-t like black-on-black
a wack attack…
i stack a pack or raps for that
create give birth like universe sunshine in my rhyme
designed from the canvas in my mind
can’t miss it, it blinds
if you feeling the vibes…
raise your drinks to the sky and let’s have a good time

[verse 2: dagha]
i ain’t no joke
my lyrical gun smoke will leave you dumb slow
like driving with the e-brake on, ya don’t know
match for me a no-go
and from the start…
i’ll see you at the finish line like flo-jo
i’m a pro, yo…
‘fessional, technical
make a party track but still remain respectable
a lot of runners in the field need to let it go
their sound’s trash, it’s all gas like texaco

just because it’s 2 o’clock
don’t mean that you gotta stop (x2)
(don’t stop)

come lewwe go back to the center
enter my domain on this adventure
blue diamonds, black hearts, thoughts magenta
no jakes, no snakes, and no pretenders
yeah right, sike!
you flying a kite…
with no string in a strong wind high in the night
got a grip like a vice that be tiring mics
i’m quite nice write spice curry chicken and rice
rap trap leaver
he the out tha strata he the dagha badder anti-matter
to your physical flood the whole spot when i spit a few
another critical interlude

- dagha

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