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letra de 27 bars - jasper taylor

[verse 1: jasper taylor]
yuh!
it’s 27 bars locked in the chamber, i’m pulling the frame
call me cupid with the opps, it’s 20 shots to your brain
everybody wanna swerve till i pull out in your lane
now it’s chicken in the pot & i’m a croc in this game
she giving me top like she shooting her shot in the range
she don’t understand i’m a dog i won’t flop to be tamed
ima virus, outbreak, i will not be contained
back then, she didn’t want me, now she screaming my name
shout out to my sleepy boy, real real freaky boy
up high in the sky, now him the tuskegee boy
n-ggas in my rear view, how thе f-ck you even see me boy?
i put that firе on your head, calling you the tiki boy

[verse 2: solo grim]
we bang the tre sh-t can get flipped, masses like the holocaust
power moves the midas touch, like widow peaks they falling off
paper chasing, freddy, jason, horror clips no hesitation
we hunting reputations, pick a pill you in the matrix
a dime will leave you pacing, think you safe, the combination
blood, guts & guns uh blazing, swell up the hush deflate him
flow sick, regurgitation, blue strips of course they cajon
step over spots for taking, line it up or go adjacent

[verse 3: roadrunnah hm]
it only takes a handful of facts to make a decision
so get your point across quickly or they’ll lose interest
not for get the concept of your movement and vision
and not to mention all the facts you speak to existence
dooly noticed that n-ggas lose ina scrimmage
further the distance optimistic in truth that i’m livin
a spirit image of enlightenment purpose persistence
proof in the pudding guaranteed if spoken it’s witnessed
open ya limit tie up them loose ends you giving
we been chillin smoking on back pods tun up a million
time bomb we been tickin times up now we winning
im that villin my flow so vicious everything true religion
[verse 4: slake dransky]
yeah, yeah, look…
i put my heart on my sleeve, i put your head in the dust
i- i- offer the infinite heat, simmer down if you must
skip town no judgment, split house so public
blank mind don’t speak, great life gon’ rumpus
yeah…
real sh-t, hit song my meal tick
i don’t sign no field trip, i don’t write to conceal sh-t
i met god on her day off, she made a spark, said “feel this”
put your wrongs on spill tab, great life goes real quick
for all these, likes and cl!cks, we insatiable swipists
i don’t work as a pic, stop parading my likeness
conversations bout strikes and compensation in crisis
why do i have to write this? put them lives over prices, f-ck!

[verse 5: ramaj eroc]
yo, you see death? you can’t escape it if comes for you
god told me he couldn’t save me if wanted to
yeah n-ggas, gotta live like clear rivers, to stand a chance
still ain’t naam n-gga gonna dim my lamp, n-gga f-ck your shade
i get enough under these palm trees
still intrigued ’bout how my palm reads, and verses the psalm reads
criticism is what we all need
so no more b-tchin’ and in the words of jasper taylor, i ain’t trippin’, n-gga

- jasper taylor

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