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letra de piccolo - jhon myquale

piccolo

one two
check

trade my halo for a head light
riding on a high beam
gone like the usual
slumber ain’t calm like it used to
summer ain’t long like it used to
used to
& my dreams still carry me away
leave colors, in a sp-ce
more vibrant, than the days
behind me, anyways
i’m just
rolling my
rolling my joints in a traffic jam

i ask myself what would rza do
seem like they chopping trees and k!lling k!ller bees this sh-t is critical, as far as flow i rap ahead like piccolo

verse 1

silent night the knight is young
humble beasts a midst the swamp marsh
and alligator, raw defeated flesh to feast upon
jamaica queen vagabond roaming like a catholic does, light it out it up in the sky at night the brightest stars combust
keys open doors with locks like jadakiss talking down n-ggas spray at yo neck like fragrances up next like adam’s apple fell far from the branch, the ghetto anthem, willow like william and jada kids
i see sirens and satélites, cadillacs and dollar signs, people fly inside the night and crash into the pentagon
the evolutions televised a teleprompter reporting live, first cl-ss in air forces crash up on my homies couch
couch hopping, hopping off that train, hop the turnstiles
hip hop is god’s religion, temple church and synagogue, i’m just a dream learned mechanics got the hood involved
metal flags and corner stores and carnival for carnivores

hook

i ask myself what would rza do
seem like they chopping trees and k!lling k!ller bees this sh-t is critical, as far as flow i rap ahead like piccolo
tryna pollinate and put my people on my clique like metronome

verse 2

i had a dream that i could fly
woke up feeling fly, nah i ain’t never lied, why the f-ck i gotta lie my n-ggas praying to allah, mama she pray to god, the pastor stay across the street we ain’t at church on sunday mourning less it s funeral better pack your suit and tie, new attire like our car don’t really understand why ma had a lock on the ride bump three six mafia, y’all n-ggas gone respect me when it’s crunch time i’m 2pac toting two straps yelling check please, a whole recipe don’t test me especially
that’s in my soul like a horcrux it’s too violent a whole orchestra k!ll the silence like leviathan
over seas melvina sh-t a whole audience like oprah or an opera
big poppa who shot ya? puff puff p-ss chris wallace stuck
in a traffic jam tell nan m-th- i ain’t backing down, no fractures when we rolling joints i don’t smoke though i’m a past the weed like a baptist until i comatose ghost like casper tell em catch up, bumper to bumper can’t back up
go mano y mano no handcuff
silent like praying mantis, run thru yo clique where yo mans bruh? fans in the crowd got they hands up
still f-ck twelve till the sand drops when my tape drops i’m uh damage any rapper tell em i improved
ellington i’m throwing up my dukes
i’ve been in a sentimental mood
i ain’t f-cking with em ain’t no phony kicking david beckham watch em bend the truth
been the truth since 96 b-tch i’m the finest cooking till my full length drops til then go rewind this
myquale

jesse 5k

gone in the wind like wingardium leviosa
with a couple medusas sipping mimosas
stones was thrown where i was supposed to sleep at night but i never lie
but what if i what it i told ya
that heroes eventually don’t die
i guess i be what i be now
higher frequencies now, never coming down, i be what i be now
higher frequencies now, never coming down

check, one two

bring the m-th-f-ckin ruckus, bring the mu- bring the m-th-f-ckin ruckus
shame on a n-gga who tried to run game
shame on a – bring the m-th-f-ckin ruckus, bring the m-th-f-ckin ruckus

- jhon myquale

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