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letra de shakedown - ianesco

[verse 1]
maybe y’all mc’s should stop hitting the trees
trying to sound deep with some kiddie pool journalese
step aside for the modern day socrates
kick it like soccer teams, then i’m copping your self esteem
now your engine’s spent and the sh-t’s on e
so g-ssed up, you got p-ssed up so quickly
and i spit this sh-t so sickly
like phlegm in my throat, when you quote me get tissue please
now i knows that you cats blow like subwoofer
scottie pippen of spitting, you b-tches jud buechler
sub pusher with beats i construct from sugar
’cause the levels sound sweeter than diabetes blood sugar
you say i’m talking sh-t, well kid you full of it
i’m just showing my trigger without pulling it
you on the list so desist ’cause my points bulleted
stakes so high, they want beef but i ain’t bullying

[verse 2]
i’ve been lazing, complacent and dazing for just too long
sitting in my room and just brooding, stewing like tuscon
listening to tunes like “how they putting these dudes on?”
now i’m spreading wealth with no help like hue long
zebra with ideas, i’m earning stripes with these new songs
refereeing mc’s and i’m handing out t’s like oolong
ooh god, dudes endangered like some dugong
or manatees, don’t be mad at me, i’m just too strong
with the bars and y’all was sleeping like futon
ooh lord, now you waking to a new dawn
dudes salty like croutons, save it like some coupons
poof f-cker now you gone, now you gone
go and get a new job, lock dudes out the game with no key fob
going over your head like a hijab
but i slam cats on mats like ern ladd
all you funny type rappers sail off like sinbad, god d-mn

[hook] (x2)
it’s a shakedown, the light’s getting held up
to the bullsh-t that’s been swept under the
rug and now the veil has been lifted
and through the dirt we gon’ get to sifting

[verse 3]
houdini when you see me, rappers disappear
mussolini run the country in his private lear
guiliani in his cabinet like a souvenir
should i become a addict, sip up on another beer?
hide up in a attic, crypt or vault or stratosphere?
naw, f-ck the panic, coming manic at your inner ear
if you can’t stand the f-cking static, come and mingle here
we making magic, pulling rabbits out of hats in here
’cause it’s our job to talk this shop about what’s happening here
under the guise of groovy booty moving raps adhered
to all my people feeling unfeeling and domineered
we tearing roofs up off the ceilings and won’t let the fear
win out, when in doubt, pull the pin out like a bombardier
try to hold us down, we will not drown, we persevere
and ain’t no bogus clown be shutting down this hemisphere
’cause if this ship gon’ sink you best believe we mutineers

[hook] (x2)
it’s a shakedown, the light’s getting held up
to the bullsh-t that’s been swept under the
rug and now the veil has been lifted
and through the dirt we gon’ get to sifting

[coda] (x2)
i don’t know why things are the way
that they are but i just know that
we have to be more than we have
ever been before this moment

- ianesco

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