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letra de non believers - datbu

[intro x4: sample]
non-believers you can check the stats

[verse 1: pogo]
you better believe i go forward, i no repeat it
like one hand on the big ben
some mc’s need to listen to the lyric
because every word is of the spirit
and you hear it when you spit it from your palette
tellin’ these kids you gotta have it for the cheddar
you better reminisce to the days of old
when hip hop was rockin’ our soul and told no lies, just the truth
keepin’ that f doublе o l proof like forensic evidеnce
you just spray at my [?] soul in your scripture
with no espresso in the mixture, you need to fix your fixture
hey mister or you missus, y’all always got the street crowd here
you need to let some new n-ggas be routin’
like i twin it with many flows
that we propose to you and your crew
got some dapper remedies for the frenzies of the fakers
while we make some platinum papers, don’t be no hater

[chorus]
non-believers get lost in the sauce, the marinade’s too thick
it’s too thick
servin’ suckers on the platter with some gravy
and you know it’s the… (say what)
it’s the sh-t
non-believers get lost in the sauce, the marinade’s too thick
it’s too thick
servin’ suckers on the platter with some gravy
and y’all know it’s the… (say what)
it’s the sh-t
[verse 2: divinity roxx]
i ain’t no gangsta b-tch but like a pit with a blue coat
if you provoke then i’ma go for your throat
everybody got a song, is yours a hit or do we need a remix?
[?] lookin’ for a fix
how many l!cks did it take to make that popsicle hit?
and how many [?] checks go smoke to keep some young n-gga rich?
i maintain this rap game but you get lost all up in it
potent rhymes that you [?] but i’m gon’ keep my eyes tinted
i roam black [?] streets in the heat more than 3
pogo, clever, divinity and that’s the way it’s gon’ be
we from the underground where dope datbu takes to go around
we got that underland sound but we gon’ keep our folks down
we goin’ right, tryna blow up like hess
put to a flame, we trunk tight
about to run a fat boston in this game
you know you wrong, takin’ beats with no originality
you ain’t even got what it takes to call yourself the mc

[chorus]
non-believers get lost in the sauce, the marinade’s too thick
it’s too thick
we servin’ suckers on the platter with some gravy
and y’all know it’s the…
it’s the sh-t
non-believers get lost in the sauce, the marinade’s too thick
it’s too thick
we servin’ suckers on the platter with some gravy
and you know it’s the…
it’s the sh-t
[verse 3: clever]
non-believers, y’all can take a step to left
instead of messin’ with this brother with the extreme rap
i make it hot like the squad sauce, cold as the poles
i never leave the mic with the [?]
i state your name upside mine then [?]
we’ll listen very carefully to this clever mc
and i believe that you know i’m gonna win
(datbu the champion) and no other can contend
as i’ma break it downs to a ounce from a pound
and put the extras in a sack so i can spread it around
to those that be down with the lyrical triple crown
hip hop was pumpin’ sh-t with that underground sound
i played the all star game and had to hit the letters
when in 96′, was reminiscin’ of the year we won the [?]
you dare test divinity, pogo and clever
never ran with the bull but still the greatest team ever
surmise your demise as assisted suicide
you chose to battle me, the kevorkian in a rhyme
i surmise your demise, huh, non-believers
you meet your death, part of clever cone cleavers

[chorus]
non-believers get lost in the sauce, the marinade’s too thick
it’s too thick
servin’ suckers on the platter with some gravy
and you know it’s the…
it’s the sh-t
non-believers get lost in the sauce, the marinade’s too thick
it’s too thick
servin’ suckers on the platter with some gravy
and you know it’s the…
it’s the sh-t
[outro]
[?]

- datbu

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