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letra de sophisticated goon shit - greg enemy

[intro]
yeah
it’s me again
uhuh, enemy
uh
yeah
when they aks where i’m being i just tell them this
chilling with my n-ggas and we n-ggerishly elegant
haha, yeah

[verse 1]
sophisticated goon sh-t, smooth super ego
straight from the ear, that delivered to the people
never seen freudian slipping on the same beret
be on lean be the bull’s black pea coat
check your egos and coats at the door
wipe your feet on the rug before you walk on my floor
and roll the trees up in the slow-burn papyrus
bottles of rum, you in the presence of the pirates
no hook though, nice with the m-n-script
vivid deranged, man cuban link’s lavishness
simple and plain, everything so immaculate
exquisite taste goes great with that tacky sh-t

i imagined it, everything framed got
my name on the back of it from the chain gang
to the viewers on the balcony straight up out
the gutter to the hillside palace cold to the soul like
nude models, bare feet on the marble floor
i’m like drawing, low-key studying abroad
take advantage of the canvas, when i record
every broad line a subtle sign what i be on
brush stroke smooth as a quiet storm
but the pen be, mighty as a lion’s roar
tryna make it rain every time i brainstorm
but next time i’ll bring the fire to your front lawn

hah

[verse 2]
charming as a young james bond
when i’m charles darwin the way i got shawty ‘volvin
be cautious of neanderthals darling
i besiege you, come see what we’re involved in
i let them cro-mags drag knuckles
could loan ’em some style at a low, fixed rate
teach them young brothers how to move on the humble
and be too dashing if they try to give chase
swear to god they can’t catch me
catch up on some light reading to the plane taxi
imported fabric on my back, nothing too flashy
trying to get them young ladies in the front dancing
fellas in the back, head nod, fingers snappin’
gl-ss cling-clanking on the rocks, and them toes tapping
‘fore the curtain close, toast to the main attraction
swag billy ocean, cool freddy jackson
yeah, i got ya open, and if they trash-talking
i’m redd foxx, on them n-ggas like lamont, ha!
true relieve, when i give you what you need
and don’t front, i give you what you want

i give you what you, want want want, waaaant
yeah

[bridge]
uhuh, ahah ahah uh, uhuh
[?]
say make money money, make money money money
it’s like take money money, take money money money
haha

[verse 3]
sophisticated goon sh-t, live from the middle it’s
the intelligent hoodlum, five-foot [?]
post-modernism, all black with the ski-mask
i bet you give up the goods when i run through them tenements
aye-aye captain of the penmanship
setting course for that sh-t you find interesting
no use, like fat n-gga gym-memberships
tryna to bet against this, my odds are magnificent
as he goes from bashful to -ssh0l-
it’s the grand entrance slash sneaking out the backdoor
no pen to p-ss, still pen the pandemic to the whole
panorama witnessing my transition
esquire, with that writer ambition
flyer than the page with my face and date
in the name of the venue i’ll soon be attending
no cover, all you gotta do is pay attention

ya dig?

- greg enemy

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