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letra de shinobi rap - fo chief & kontrast

chorus x2
greetings from the underground
meet ya maker, get it live
see me in another town
teachin’ takers, get in line
hear me when the thunder sounds
reachin’ from the ceiling sky
here we die, clearly why
we’re only the realest fly

(kontrast)
y’all get fl!cked by the quick phlegm
i’m sl!ck with my bic pen
you slip into sh-t that you can’t split like sick twins
a serious blunder
see what we under
crunchin’ thunder munchers with milk into “serial” numbers
uh….numb discussion
verbal bread crumb crushin’
on the scene like billie jean purple suede plum plushin’
pushin’ b-ttons on the track’ll leave ya thumbs busted
comin’ back like my d-ck crack sucked my nut in
you been wack, f-ck disgustin’
you must’ve just been my plate for luncheon
ya fate is hunched in, the ridicule
right below the syllable
eye’s (i’s) splittin’ pie’s (pi’s)
when you know it’s not divisible
ill reject, in my silhouette
where ya mirror’s met
near regret, but that won’t ever stray you where the fear reflects
a clear reflex, you stay swayed with cheering jests
i’m searing vets who “nay-say” like steers in vets

(fo chief)
st–ze coastin’ a breeze hotter than h-ll’ll get
my jacket rackin’ up miles, color of pelicans
i dare to win, callin’ it cultural influx
prepare to vent, been writin’ to get my pen buff
i’ve been delighted to go, toe to toe with the beast
it’s the excitement i glow, totin’ this poetry
you know it’s me, i mean normally i don’t do this but
introducing myself informally, but rude is what
just what i do, i do it well so go and google wax
i make maneuvers cold as rugers, who be doin’ that?
me sir
mean mug, when the beat jump
think of
chief, blowing holes through a tree trunk
gotta have it, the boom bap, acrobatic
trying to make this stack of cabbage attract like a magnet
it seems like everything i touch i leave it burnin’ hot
f-ck what ya heard, i be murdering like dirty cops

(mc big house)
the raw dog bites like cujo
culo rapper’s get clapped up in they intestines
so these plates that i’m setting, yes it’s menudo
el sucio
bighouse and the dynamic duo
you knew though, this soups so hot, i got that new whoa
that tomb flow, is back atchya
that’s past your craft, yo -ss don’t match up
to the staff or smash i manufacture, i’m the last dragon n-gga
“who’s the master,” the last of a dying breed
i iron squeeze these cannonb-lls
they jabbin’ jaws, wit so much biting, they needin’ anbesol
i’m the man to call when these rapper’s is out of hand
i will blam or brawl
cause i’m all about the clan
stand in between me and the top
i rock knots and lock spots, papa d’s on the watch
so stop acting like you’re
bigger and badder, ya sh-t’ll get shattered
you’re brittle and battered, i made a committal to matter… (h-llo)

…..we’re only the realest fly

- fo chief kontrast

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