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letra de bod - isor one

bod lyrics
[verse]
they try to cage us in
release the rage within
sometimes you gotta break the rules when you’re playing to win
‘cause the game is rigged
and the odds are stacked in the favor of the dealers
got an ace and a jack
so it’s time to start taking it back our own way
they made a list of rules that we have to obey
but they never took our opinion or gave us a say
that’s why we get up on these walls, writing bodk
it’s the brink of dеstruction
the people gеt sucked in
conform to the norm ’til their brains can’t function
they wanna live in pleasantville, white picket fences
we just wanna bomb sh-t and tag it up relentless
deep in the trenches, putting the work in
we hit a lot of spots, yeah, that’s for certain
going out at midnight, crossing out [?]
put a “bodk” right above it for my boys
yo, wisdom, one of my closest friends
we blood brothers in this life
we in this ’til the end
and you always had my back
i won’t forget that
mr. knock-fools-out-in-one-hit-like-crack
aiyo, dermis, don’t think i forgot when you told me…
to put your name on the track, here it is, homie
we’ve been through some crazy sh-t
i’ll admit that i’m glad to see you doing well
thanks, danielle
my man, sorrow, the one who put me up on game
introduced me to underground
it was never the same
though it was many years ago, i still remember getting tapes at [access?] in my nissan sentra
yo, pupil, the man who produced this beat
this is ride-or-die sh-t, homie, hip-hop elite
we teamed up again after ten years plus to make an album that bumps
ain’t no one f-cking with us
my man, mikey, i don’t know where you’re at, but still…
i hope you’re doing good and chilled out on the pills
remember skating at discovery? taking me out?
busting switch nose slider 360 flip-out
aiyo, sense, don’t think that i forgot you, man
remember skating [?] at 3am
i couldn’t fit in one song all the sh-t we been through
i’ve done a lot of tracks but this one is for my crew
(-sample-)
it goes black books, markers, krylon cans
roller extensions with gloves on my hands
and though it’s in the past, i still got mad love
and i wouldn’t go back and trade those times for nothing
no discussion
i can still feel that rush, when i think about hitting up spots, running from cops
shout to my man, ops
peace to eugene
rest in peace, joe kemper and the big homie, [seen?]

- isor one

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