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letra de rerun - k.a.a.n.

[hook: k.a.a.n.]
i gotta move quickly
when i go, i’ma wonder will they miss me
had to tell the pallbearer “come get me.”
in my own lane going least 150
i’m playing something, doing this rocking, they heads’ll be nodding of course
like the phantom of opera, they sing in staccato, the chorus
told ‘em move to the left let me see some
not the same old same, oh nah no reruns

[verse 1: k.a.a.n.]
calculated my moves, i’m thinking before i make ’em
i’ll break ’em and shake ’em, eliminate ’em like an assassination
things get complicated whenever you on the cusp of greatness
smell the fragrance, feel it in the air that way you can’t mistake it
giving ’em gasoline to fuel the fire that they feel
i’ve been obscene, i might combust
this ain’t a dream, this is reality
restitution for efforts, the king like nebuchadnezzar
my strategy resurrected, directed right at the enemy
interstellar the energy, emphasize it relentlessly
metamorphosis with no assist, no concern, you the [?]
load the clip, blow it quick
let ’em feel the impact and notice it
bloom like a lotus and the rose in the garden of eden
the god, [?] receiving nutrients from the people
devour the steeple, the feeling is regal
never been receding
reading the room correctly, i personalize the message
i hope they accept it, the rest is history in this lesson
[hook: k.a.a.n.]
i gotta move quickly
when i go, i’ma wonder will they miss me
had to tell the pallbearer “come get me.”
in my own lane going least 150
i’m playing something, doing this rocking, they heads’ll be nodding of course
like the phantom of opera, they sing in staccato, the chorus
told ‘em move to the left, let me see some
not the same old same, oh nah no reruns

[verse 2: ra the rugged man]
pardon the payment
the p-ssy’s paid the payola
control and put the public into a michael crichton coma
the khomeini ayatollah is [?]
at the bottom burning the bl–dy bodies, smell the aroma
the heavy bigfoot, sasquatch, himalayan yeti
in a fire engine red deadly ‘57 chevy
any negative rhetoric you get hit with a machete
live already we visionary, poetic literary
hit with the fists of fury, they buried in the cemetery
is he frenemy? enemy? dead to me, i never pity him
leviticus in a battle, the middle of midian
let me send the committee and hear the trumpet of gideon
[?] had the p-n-s detachable, get up in kelly’s v-g-n-l
breaking both of them [?] who claimed that they’re radical
raided the capitol, tactical battle
the climate created an animal
animated cinematic
a bullet entered a pig like the possession of legion
they said that “we were many but we begin in the inner demon, heathen, luciferian, made a gentleman’s agreement, madam
murder the minister, many men in the mausoleum”
like, sing at the guy bye bye, figure the die, die, why try
look at my eye, [?] with eye lye
groupie at the hotel like gimme the ride, bye b-tch
no ig pics, strictly grimy chicks
slowdance, f-ck sl-ts to ron isley hits
put a bullet in my head, true pleasure
now i’m at the playboy mansion in heaven with hugh hefner
[hook: k.a.a.n.]
i gotta move quickly
when i go, i’ma wonder will they miss me
had to tell the pallbearer “come get me.”
in my own lane going least 150
i’m playing something, doing this rocking, they heads’ll be nodding of course
like the phantom of opera, they sing in staccato, the chorus
told ‘em move to the left let me see some
not the same old same, oh nah no reruns

- k a a n

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