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letra de ayyedees session - duby rodgers

verse 1:

so how’d ya get me?
i’m walking through my city
got a pocket full of bud feeling like a black hippy
blowing sticky, sipping whiskey, getting frisky with a broad or three
met a couple rappers but them jokers ain’t as hard as me
another ballad for ya soul to take a hold of
in recovery so instrumentals getting no love
no hugs, just drugs i’m high enough to watch the earth spin
duby concertos composing cl-ssics like i’m gershwin
earth wind in my lungs eat a beat exhale the flames
ever since i dropped daft nothing else has been the same
but i maintain, kick game, new name
call me mr. rodgers whooping -ss in joggers like i was liu kang
elevation is needed for me to remain peaceful
take the words i spit and display up on the easel
use the booth as a cathedral protecting myself from evil
use me as a martyr, i do this sh-t for all people
we gotta rise up, expose the real reject the fake
if i should die before i wake and bake, i hope danae is safe
my bro’s awake, my parents straight and i can travel along
jotting the illest lines for a cl-ssic rap song
hit the bong in my memory, rap along with me to remember me
it’s duby rodgers f-cking up the energy
the coolest enemy with preaching tendencies
i know they sick of me i vomit lyrics til i hit the nth degree

verse 2:

i hit these people with a brand new flow
a funky riddim
and the lyrics so sharp might cut ya mouth up if ya spit em
jazz session with the ayyedees known the drive the culture crazy
bout to fade out to hawaii blend souls with a ukulele
who can tame me? n0body im on the loose
i sip the goose
diagonal moves like bishop cause duby got the juice
a nubian zeus, i pull up anywhere and shock the system
voice is smooth and recognizeable got ya lady smitten
attention to all rappers i’m here to bring the pressure
they said it makes a diamond so let’s see who tryna catch up
i’ll be waiting at the line where the finishers be
about that action call me jackson as i’m pollock dripping on the beat
too unique to be critiqued
hit the doobie ain’t seen my feet in many moons
but ladies’ll swoon once i hit my peak
speaking from a soul prolly old as barney rubble
betty by my side always down to ride the duby shuttle

verse 3: sammy mac

these n-ggas bogus and i know this, i’m just coastin my coast
turn ghost like a locust that’s how focusing goes
at the most i’m winter solstice when it comes to these hoes
had the highest of the highs and my lowest of lows
i want the smoke lyrical goat, tears fill up the boat
grab hold the trunk bumps anita, an old soul
and old souls get rocked quick, quick to yap and talk sh-t
cause they don’t understand the young man’s a prophet
uneasy and i’m nauseous and i ain’t on the market
you may sell ya soul before you even reach your target
so listen up, in the trenches they tensing up
bendin bucks to let loose cause f-ck it living sucks
i’m p-ssing blunts and smoking brews
life is sometimes misconstrued
picking up the pieces makin’ moves
cause thats what winners do
bite like cleveland winters chew
deep like roots and splinters fool
if im up at the top it ain’t no way that you is coming thru

- duby rodgers

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