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letra de martyr - kai sky walker

[verse 1: kai sky walker]

read the fine print, when the light shines on me..
scars like tattoos, do i got the right signs on me?
the cross on my back and the target resides on me..
the world on my shoulder blades and they trip on how fine i seem..
5’9 like i’m royce, they trip on how far i see..
cause i’m made from the greats, i studied real late but i only rap like me…
triangles, formation.. young king coronation…
light skin, black heart.. yin yang.. correlation.. to the real street..
they know it’s real when they hear it and dog we still teach..
balance the mind and the spirit.. we never feel weak..
we laugh when they cry after a real week.. try a hunnid days..
no food and no paper man how you gonna pay?
f-ck the food and the table man where you gonna stay?
and if these cops, catch you with that crack man what you gonna say?
you gon’ pull a gun or you gon’ run away?
..is it worth it??

[hook: kai sky walker]

i will die a martyr, i will die a martyr
take the people farther, word to my father..
if you wishin’ death upon me
don’t even bother..
you can separate or hate
but i am water..
i never change, i never change
you can rate manipulate i stay the same..
i won’t change, i won’t change
i’m drivin’ slow so stay the f-ck up out my lane…

[verse 2: spark master tape]

now it don’t take a belt of explosives to show this whole d-mn world that we on fire bout to blow..
its chicken soup flow sh-t, got a new show.. where the clique flip spoons on that matrix sh-t..
grow weed, plantations.. expand – move like haitians..
and we bakin plates, that steak sh-t.. i said move a eighth, we sp-ceships..
bake them cakes – princess peach..
gimme a gun, gimme a cop watch them run.. stopping’ hearts, that real big pun
yellin “f-ck em all doe”.. find your set like waldo..
come through wit a loose uzi c-cked, tamogatchi and long ropes..
we pimpin like.. the 80s ho
’83 beamer m3 wit a m3 clip on low..
barrel smokin’, gun powder – b-tches up in tennis skirts..
ride till i die, till we certified or just get murked
(martyr)
pimpin like.. the 80’s ho
’83 beamer m3 wit a m3 clip on low..
barrel smokin, gun powder – b-tches up in tennis skirts..
ride till our life up.. till we certified or just get murked
martyr..

[hook: kai sky walker]
i will die a martyr, i will die a martyr
take the people farther
word to my father..
if you wishin death upon me
don’t even bother..
you can separate or hate
but i am water..
i never change, i never change
you can rate manipulate i stay the same..
i won’t change, i won’t change
i’m drivin slow so stay the f-ck up out my lane..

- kai sky walker

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