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letra de epilogue - fly rebel society

[verse 1: ryda blak]
yea…when i say we bout to blow
we literally bout to blow up blow this world with our
q-36 explosive sp-ce modulator
no smoking brah the potent from my pours would leave you high as f-ck
you know it’s us
success colon red carpet pr-ne we see the stars uh
fly rebels
try to reach our level
accompanied by several while we keeping chicks on schedule
while we meddling, slaving to this game, no more shackling
and or chains around the neck, show respect
or we calling quentin tarantino
he knows how to bring that reload we lowkey some desperado’s
reservoir dogs unchained like django hang on
true romance each dancer that come prancing from every state we touring no boring accusations or calling us inglorious basterds
yo we famous must forgot your gl-sses you looking a greatness
like g.o.d customized us greatly we simply amazing
no second guessing you failing i’m just an artist in training until i’m rapping with jay-z
yo hova! move over!

[verse 2: cooley]
rock a high top
all black
gold watch
kicks bright as h-ll
gotcha b-tch yellin h-llo
don’t believe in chains
do believe in god
so i give a d-mn
about a fool who don’t believe in ours
iont need fast cars
not sayin i won’t get em
iont need bad broads
not sayin i won’t hit em
iont need nothin but the money
tell my mova not to worry bout the money
tell my brovas erybody gon eat
that’s the type sh-t that make it hard to wanna go to sleep
just the thought of failin
bout enough to make ya wanna weep
but i ain’t weak
understand that
nothin come cheap
ji simple really
no hunt equals no eat
hip i say the there a lot
but i mean that there a lot
you ain’t bringin nothin to the table
you ain’t got a spot
ready or not
shogun
show no mercy
spit curses
put rap -ss n-ggas in he-rs-s
cool

[verse 3: lega-c]
ok, i’m chilling on the balcony
valkyrie on my side yeah
n-gga she down to ride
and i told em i’m dope
just quote the promoter
looking for me on the flyer, ain’t another n-gga flyer
that’s rebel,we reaching another level
the b-ss combined with the treble
might mistake for heavy metal
they used to look at me funny
now all these white girls, i’m making snow angels in snow bunnies
just call me the potus, i’m looking for a mich-lle
and maybe a couple monica’s. do the honors when drama comes
i’m tryna shine till yall need blinders
i keep a couple of diamonds, just reminding but
back to kicking this knowledge
getting a couple of dollars, so tyler get into college
lt and sierra can travel tokyo, paris
parasailing over charts
while all yall failing, who you telling?

[verse 4: teejay]
one mic, thats all i really need
and if i ruled the world, would change all the scenes that i seein
dreams that im dreamin
goin from hotel sixin to chillin in four seasons
for like four seasons, i be ducked off
if ridin’ solo gon get me bread, i’ma pay cost
cuz in the long run, i will never tire
you may be fast out the gate but quick perspire
sweatin these n-ggas? naw i never do it
chuck norris on a beat homie dont act stupid
prince georges raised, where i got my ways
step out here and get it, or keep being played
and they control can’t control tee
so im out here workin tryin get it faithfully
with godly mc, cooley, lega-c
ryda blak, the fly rebels who we be

[verse 5: godly mc]
my style is a stealth bomber
and comet
comma a comma chasing brother
lookin’ bahamas
with a pinch of good karma
not a dash of a drama
thespians sayin’ let me in
like straps on lesbians or vampires
lets begin
sucking me, this game is twins
tell em look how i’m comin’
i’m flooding flipping the scenery
the wildlife is running
you something, we something else
you the problem, we the help
albums be coming out this the reason they on the shelf
fly rebel sh-t ho-ld up…
breakin’ down the roll up
flow got the halo, the glow stuff, the sho-nuff
the show up and get shown up, ya shows up
like the fl!cks on an airplane, the plane thats us
far, from you…plane jane n-ggas who sus
my young bull cooley pull ya card if you playing it tought
tee got ya mary palmed
not talking tree and a dutch
blak and air-rick my band aids
we chill in the cut….
fly sh-t…f-cking with it or what?
‘chamon

- fly rebel society

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