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letra de the cypher - j.j. sanders

[intro: j.j. sanders]
you know i done got real tired of all this being humble sh-t n-gga
2-1-s-t m-o-b
7-0- heavy on the 4 n-gga lets go!
j-a-y! (21st holla at us!)

[verse 1: j.j. sanders]
please put the 2 with the 1
i’m tryna be bigger than pun
the pad is the trigger my pen is the gun
n-ggas not living they raps
they get on these tracks and act
they changing like ben tennyson (they changing!)
a fraudulent n-gga? no i cannot stand those (nah!)
whip out the glock and make half of his crew disappear if i snap
something like thanos
b-tch i’m tied up with the mob like sopranos
all it takes is a call for this sh-t to get messy
i really got power
have my lil n-gga pull up with a tommy like tony teresi
if you disrespect me
there ain’t a n-gga that’s walking this earth that can say that he checked me (nah!)
that’s something i’m willing to stand on
so you better cool out like the fan on (okay!)
you keep playing tough from that d-mn phone
we gone have to get you and yo mans gone
n-gga!
[aushoj rekcut]
yo cloud envy just walked in the building (it’s that easy!)
yo
we got melly mel on the
on the keys, on the board ya feel me?
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, ok
salisbury stand up

[verse 2: aushoj rekcut]
i’m playing checkers
flow like the wind blow i’m out of the ghetto
all of my ties b-tch i cut i mean severed
i live in heaven
h-ll on the earth is the biggest deception
i preach to the reverend
i teach to the devil
i keep for my brothers
that’s word to my mother
they should’ve wore rubbers
i’m sinning but humble
mind in the gutter but heart in the suburbs (hey!)
feet in a whirlwind i reached a few levels
god bars, n-ggas never could see em
my flaws, make the weak a believer
hot sauce, my sh-t coming with season
my dawgs, really they be some demons
angels, be my wife and my baby
i know n-gga know that i’m crazy
i know n-gga know that i’m crazy
lately, i be on some sh-t daily
black soul b-tch!
[bizzy bailey]
let me get a lighter, light up that d-mn pablo santo
a spirit just walked in the booth
i got you

[verse 3: bizzy bailey]
i got original flows
they skip like the lines on the road
you trip put the iron to your soul
no wrinkles in time anymore
i’m back one more time like a ghost
i’m so hot your conscience just froze
unthaw it as casualties grow
he asked for his flowers, sent shots then he rose
d-mn
a part of me rather see you fall apart at the sight of me balling
the sky just keep falling
i reign no need for umbrellas
i sit on a cloud
i’m floating like noah in ark
kobe of art
too far ahead, i’m tony starks
pour me, i’m parched
blow me no cartridge
glow in the dark
choke you like homer you a simp son bart
i live my life, the cards i was dealt
was a bad hand, i did a card trick
mind in a starship
dumb as a starfish
snap on some shark sh-t
finish and start sh-t
i need endors-m-nts
a porsche yeah
and of course, tip the door man
i’m a h–rd man, not a wh0re man
there’s a good chance you got a poor chance
might seem slow, but i’m more advanced
bout to bounce back like a door jam (what’s up?!)

- j j sanders

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