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letra de 80s made - k.a.y.o da konspiracy

it’s the pied piper/ you know my rhymes nicer/ everything i drop is bomb like al’quada/ search high and low you won’t find non nicer/ i rock to my own sh-t like grandma diaper/ but im still fresh and smooth/ blessed with jewels/ shine on the m-sses don’t, mess with dude/ cause if you do, i’ll make a, mess of you/ you’ll be broken and split up make an ex(x) of you/ i war with machines put your body on xzibit/ strictly be beat like rap with less lyrics/ i’ll jam up your master i run dese mcs( run dmc)/ like paul bunyan’s feet, mon-str-ous lengths/ so when i beef, i’ll never reach defeat(the feet)/ a monster emcee that’s me/ dope diggity, lyrically l!ck liggidity/ lyrically sick isn’t he?/ bad mamajama no manners i grab hammers/ and p-ss on your fire i’m a horrible mad camper/ badder than a m-f- sipping on four locos/riding a ford four door/ while listening to old ro/ yeah, i got the power want the piece of my mojo?/ all my ja jams jams are def and so so/ (beat change)
cause kayo da konspiracy is hard as h-ll/ battle any rapper i don’t care who you tell/ they all fail, i prevail/ leave their heads ringing, cause i’m banging, i rock their bells/ i’ve been patiently waiting with hades just blazing/ ladies go crazy they say he’s amazing/ love the way i rock out like go-go bands/ cause i always turn them on like slow romance/ therefore their panties drop like a romo p-ss/ listen to my dj cut he, so so def/ eamon, e-e-e-e-eamon/ e-e-e-e-e/ i’m back badder than ever bigger and deffer/ about to make things hot like n-ggas in leather/ in the middle of the summer with chinchillas and sweaters/ they bitter i’m scorching like lemons and peppers/ just me and my dj we rock so fresh/ at any house party the block don’t rest/ and if your chain swinging better watch yo neck/ if they like yo flava, they’ll clock yo chest/ public, enemy, number, 1/ they’ll fear my reign when the thunder comes/ kayo’s the illest even doctors run/ so you respect me and my dj eamon!/ (beat change)
cause once upon a time not long ago/ it was a crazy nutty m-f- named k.a.y.o./ he used to have so many beefs with a cancerous flow/ and bodied all of em’ when he answered his foes/ so, all the weak whack rappers had feared him/ didn’t wanna rap didn’t wanna come near him/ didn’t let him spit they scared that he would tear them/ and rip them to sheds and then behead them/ cause they knew they was majorly whack/ so they said “we need to make us pact/ kayo keep on making us look like trash/ so, they made up beef and k.a.y.o cooked they -ss/ hot d-mn, now he’s on the run for murder/ went thru ni wu, d-lame, & ursu-la/ don’t say his name it’ll make it worse for ya/ respect the gang or he’ll be serving ya/ in the h.i.r.e van hit the turbo boost/ hop out 1 deep and he’ll murk yo crew/ in less than 5 seconds then hop back in/ so you better be cautious when you’re rapping/ mention h.i.r.e wrong then it’s action/ so i’m sorry to say that’s where your rap ends/ he’s dope he’s bad he’s a microphone fiend/ only way you’ll beat him is in yo dreams/
cause when i was a tadpole, i had mad flows/ they wouldn’t let me rap though on the back of the mat-ro(metro)/ yellow bus rocking i knew i had sk!lls/ i was oxycotton, i gave them half pills/ couldn’t take my bars no one, was as ill/ so they feared when i spit i wear a mask still/ now i’m hannible lecture, let this cannibal at ya/ with bars being raise to impeccable standards/ word to my bandana, i paint this city orange/ that’s why every queen is ready to give me p-rn/ give em’ the pump up they ready to get it on/ get your crew house slaughtered, when they spitting wrong/ a microphone fiend, offspring of rakim/ the only known king, no offerings to off him/ sl!ck with the d-ck, can’t measure to this ruler/ i’m rick in my pics, have respect for my jeweler/ kicks with ice gliss, like they fresh out the cooler/ so kiss the nice kicks, or hang around like bad rumors/ every bar is perfectly carved with efficiency/ cause i’m always dropping gems if you’re listening/
make the music with my mouth/ then that’s when these automatic rhymes come out/ see i go by k.a.y.o and i rock the beat/ on any corner, any hood, yo block i eat/ see this pen’s my mack 10 just a glock i squeeze/ so whenever it pump lead it will drop emcees/ i’m a lyrical hit man, imperial big plans/ venereal, mixed in, with cereal k!llings/ my mind too sharp, it’s stabbing thru thick skin/ you’ll leave with some marks, once the words pierce in/ end, ha, i’m the alpha and omega/ so if we clash you’ll crash with no data/ i crack sh-lls when i see fools(sea foods) with no flava/ they can get their grapes crushed i’m in their bodega/ smooth operator, giving kane to all of these broads/ call me big daddy i’m now taking calls/ cause i, i talk her out her panties within a couple of seconds/ as soon as i grip a mic it’ll explode once i wreck it/ that’s the one thing that they both got in common/they’ll explode like rockets, houston we got a problem/ smooth operator that’s me that’s on yo diiiaaal/ 1-800 suck my d-ck and b-lls they in yo mooouuuth/ lyrical disector reaching for trifectors/ that’s 2 women, one me, i know you getting jealous/ both in margiela’s, neither one is half stepping/ they call me big daddy when a mac is in their presence/ tell me can you buy that, mink, shoes, and the high hat/ everytime they crawl out i guarantee they fly back/ kane’s in my pimping, i’m waiting for you to play girl/ do you get the picture, must i bust it out the frame girl?/ no ones in my league it’s only me that i see and h.i.r.e.n.t/ thats one sole(soul) ent-ty/ so bow down to the greats or just crumble and break/ you’re in a jungle with apes, so be humble with faith/ cause if you’re not you’re getting tumbled and ate/ we just run thru the fakes and put a gun to the snakes/ every time i step out you know i keep a dope look/ your style paper thin torn pages out my notebook/ better call my girl let her rearrange your whole look/ ya don’t, then we taking your b-tch, once your hoe look/ don’t blame us we just smooth operators/ after we done we drop her like hot potato’s/ i keep the game active even on my lazy days/ so they drop to they knees and give me amazing grace/ and they will catch it all no need to be saving face/ 8ball jacket on i’m forever 80s made/ i’m a blast from the past hopped out the delorian/go against the kid and you’ll fold up like acordians/ come to your show blindfold and shoot the audience/ and k!ll everyone of your fans if they applaud again/ hands up, i’m telling ya hands up/ little homie hit the quan i’m raiding your pock-uts/ give me everything you got i know that them knots thick/ or you’ll get crucified and nailed for them profits/ chunk up the peace sign get your mercedez sprayed/ you’ll get stopped up in your tracks, and you’ll know i’m 80s made n-gga/

- k a y o da konspiracy

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