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letra de sensei - darc mind

“it is i, his chronicler, who alone can tell thee of his saga. let me tell you the days of high adventure.”

now
new to the game, i rule my ways from the citadel
ruined in the boonies so verbally, so i spit it well
student of promise fame, weighin’ on the boom bap
ate it out of pages like ezekiel, like consume that
kept my cassettes queued up for new stuff, the [?] rough
they lock [?] the wreckage and could do ‘nough
a true buff, graded precision, dope, a pair of sk!ll
i bust your whole f-ckin’ discussion with my crushin’ and [?]
sensei impressed, he see me with the best, who coulda guessed?
’cause i bash in orderly fashion and passed his test
impress master, let me beside him river
told me how to make an adobe as he showed me how to hide a n-gga
gentle waters ripple the polliwog
ricky fl!cker [?] fan, sick i hit it like i’m [?]
the [?] dishes of beg and boy
scars never heal, harden from the spar, and i, kev roc, enjoy
how not to topple that bird cage
see, black, he had the knack to flip a sum, he back
flip it ’96 in absurd age
mic, he did offer me, venom
that i might mount the stage in a rage rock and put it in ’em
he taught me nature according to plan
but the measure of a man as he demanded i understand
how pressure pointers and mesh with gland
never ever give in to enemy, praise god, love fam
water my brother, my mother, the land
whether dj or band, hop a slam, as in elton brand
at the pavilion, he’d [?] grand
as i reached, touched, and sn-tched the tamarin from out of his hand

- darc mind

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