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letra de dstyle senior cypher 2016 - dstyle

[intro: victor muchatuta]
ladies and gentleman, welcome to the first ever dstyle senior cypher
we’ve got carter on the keys, ridz on the beat, let’s get it

[verse 1: victor muchatuta]
hold up, and wait a minute
four years in the making, sixty seconds to finish
black dali lines on the p-ssing of time
the tick-tick of hip-hop expressed in rhythm and rhyme
screaming, “hands up don’t shoot,” while they read me my miranda rights
cause i’m the black lin-manuel miranda when i write
and with the carter on the keys rookie mcs we handle em
cause bars like these hard to come by like them tickets to hamilton
popping off like tarantino with the syllables
ending on a high note, i’m talking tiks with the decibelles
and me and mr. koenig about to march in the streets
with a little piece of rids under our ribs, so our heart keeps beat
and till death grim reaps, imma sow seeds of peace
and i’ll always find solace in the comfort of a beat
it’s dstyle, and we much more than homies
this is a god dream – buhlebenkosi

[verse 2: josh koenig]
hi
so you can go footnote the flow, david foster wallace
i saw the future in these rhymes just like i’m nostradamus
hey, isn’t that the kid who used to sing songs?
well now i rap raps, but every show’s still a sing along
let’s bring the curtains up, prequel to something like chekhov’s the seagull?
i’ll flip the flow around, here is the church and then here are the people?
i think i’m funny huh — well that’s the truth
i’ve been tasked with a job for job so i’ll flow hard like 30 proof
ooph i need a moment — i wrote with eraser to write this
it’s putting goodbyes to the page that makes final the thought it can’t always be like this
so let me slow it down
i’m grateful for all we’ve done
the final rhymes with vic
in 3-2-1

[verse 3: alec tarantino]
alright it’s cyrano with the serious nose
they were jeering now they cheering when they hearing the flows
so to quote lin miranda right, “what’s a legacy?
it’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see”
wrecking frees hoping trees grow unexpectedly
leaving leaves to breathe for whatever’s next to be
next to me i see a young man obsessed
lost in the thoughts of the rest, couldn’t get em off of my chest
yes, used to think they wouldn’t like my poems
scared to share what i’d prepared, i’d only write at home
now i’m right at home with a microphone, on the stage i amaze cause i’m right in my zone
weekly pastime one last time with kid vic
charming like i’m flitwick with a quick wit when i spit this
three years back sparked a fire and it lit quick
and looking back i still can’t believe we did this

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