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letra de uprock - k banger

yeah, time to get it right ya’ll
yeah, time to get it right ya’ll

ayo, let the poppers pop and the breakers break
b-boys, get your hands up, b-girls, get your hands up
ya know what i’m saying? bounce to this

[verse 1]
this is uprock raw beats and rhymes and what-not
watch, i’ll bring it back to how we do things up top
best of the west, [?] the east
[?] speech to impeach the beast
third apartment, give me that resident push
rappers don’t sound right like president bush
they talking the same thing, trying to claim king
but knowledge rules everything around me; k.r.e.a.m
k is for cut a n-gga off of cost [?
pay up i’m like landlord of raw encore
of course i give it up if respect is due
i got 99 problems, the next is you
if you really want problems i suggest you do
the math check your paragraphs dest-tute
streets is like [?] we need it fresh and new
have no fear [?] to the rescue
raw like date rape with gorillas and apes
vacate the premises we can’t escape
rhymes shot from the dome like i m-st-rbate
surgical vocab ready to amputate
your whole entire team ain’t even half as great
if you think about battling, oh wait
i got a high octane blend of pleasure and pain
lines of woodgrain from the left side of the brain
like, one lonely beastie i be
gotta vibe on my own without n0body
ain’t clapping and k!lling
ain’t snapping and leaning
keep the cash, i attack wack rap acts for the feeling
aaliyah flow, one in a million
nice as rolling white owls down at the pavilion
i’m teaching day care to itty bitty children
full blast, broadcast, [?]
break bread with [?] that’s a given
sharp as a scalpel ready for incision
most in the street ain’t real, who you kidding?
those stop t-shirt are for the dudes that be snitching
vision blurred, words slurred, eyes crimson
twisting we yellow tail shark nate chilling
me and my chauffeur discus the quran, we be building
[?]
bye babylon, we won’t miss em
get em all, my revolutionaries put the clip in
my people, stop asking, start -ssisting
count down to armageddon, times ticking
never g-ssed up or ego tripping
still with the same girlfriend but everyday she look different
trinidad bald head rasta with the spliff lit
imposter with eyeliner and lipstick
not, my flow is hot, your flow is shot
you all forgot the founding fathers of hip-hop
wack r&b vocalists with the gimmicks
-ssed out with fake shoes and fake t-tdits (t-tts)
look i got feelings aside, i know who i am
the one man live band
i just take em, break him, mold em and bake em
hold up the peace sign like salaam alaik-m!

let the poppers pop and the breakers break
b-boys, get your hands up, b-girls, get your hands up
ya know what i’m saying? bounce to this

- k banger

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