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letra de sarcophagus [prod. instrumental central] - dynast

[verse 1]
spittin’ my words
rollin’, mileage
turnin’ flowers
life of a coward
spiral downwards
i’m imbued with special powers
when trumpets be imposin’ like the trump tower
this the skyline
’cause my lines rhyme high
as we drive by
yeah
we cookin’ dope and white lines
adept to a life of crime
malcolm x be throwin’ gang signs
before you flatline
let the lyrics stop the sands of time
uh
marvin g-ye set the stage
for a new age
turn a page
to study what the wage of the man in the cage is
phases of cold embraces
i’m rappin’ on the basis
that my voice is pushin’ daisies
cases of wine
please stand in your allo-allo-allocated sp-ces

[chorus]

now you know
now you know

how we flow
how we flow

cookin’ up a show
cookin’ up a show

open up the doors
open up the doors

for this ride on consciousness
while we fight like warriors
follow us
through the sea of thoughtlessness
as we be -ssertin’ dominance
prominence
like we be risin’ from our sarcophagus, sarcophagus
uh

[verse 2]

as the tuning resumes
hood crowded by fumes
let the ladies swoon
for a bunch of hood goons
lampoon the cl-ssroom
in order for the teacher to be p-ssin’ gas boons
i wanna p-ss this -ss-ssination of a violent nation
patience
while outside mobs be ragin’
let the thunder in my voice invade like raiden
gaze in
to a spectacle never seen before
ask miyagi too wax a couple wooden doors
grab a mop, yeah, we wipin’ up the floor
of your viscera
now you better listen up
i’m unstoppable when it comes to sonic fisticuffs
l1ck me up
baby, i know you want me to give it up
but i ain’t gon’ do it doe

[chorus]

but everything flows now, flows now
everything is gold now, gold now
lyrics are becoming dope sounds
as i pour a couple rounds for my chiggas that be fallin’ out
blackout
now it’s back to me alone now
we wanna raise a high brow
wow
this isn’t what i thought that appears from the ether
smokin’ and drinkin’ a coouple litres
yeah, p-ss a season
we be schedulin’ the meetings
for a deep fiend
music is like an artistic deep end
make sense?
for my brethren
that be chewin’ maoams
pac-man
take it off the rack man
i’m gettin’ so much flack man
when time has sand in hand
for the gambling man
a manky hat
for a 1950s jazzy cat
i was born in a vat
full of cr-p
that the word is a pest like a rap
yeah, we call it hip-hop

- dynast

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