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letra de big - kane keid & ficz

[intro: kane keid]
yeah
gang
yeah

[verse 1: kane keid]
me and big bro, we got a couple goals we targetin’
been scriptin’ these flows and they say it’s hard to market it
bars large as alcatraz
it’s hard to not be confident
when every other confidant i have is like an arsonist

[verse 2: ficz, kane keid]
and every other rapper is just a target hit
every other hair only hair and they ain’t hard as this
shootin’ every shot and that’s a target missed
shaking sh-t up it’s like parkinson’s
sandton view, bad b-tches and my pockets lit
they scope in me will find oculus
only me and kane in the populace
yeah
and panameras, penda coloured palladiums
in the summer pants looking like a panda robbing rank
i’m on with nothing

[interlude: drake]
i’m not naive
i’m not out here being like, “yo, it’s all-, it’s all-”
it’s not buddy-buddy, man, this is war, man
just like anything else, we’re playing for keeps, bro
it’s not a joke to me, so-
[verse 3: the big hash]
i go body for body on any verse you put me on
hook games sound like karate, nkabis on the speakerphone
forgive the boy for being c-cky, bigging up myself is all i know
certain people still doubt me, they hear me, they don’t see me though
i’m talkin’ me, myself and i, n-gga
tryna take my position, ’til you take flights, sh-t don’t fly, n-gga
i fought for this rappin’, it worked, i didn’t even do five sit ups
how many n-ggas i trust that got my back? can’t even use five fingers
y’all try playin’ biggie, jokes on y’all, i’m blessed as h-ll
finally got my flowers, let me smell
i need new design, i need some sh-t i won’t correctly spell
i’m so blind to bullsh-t, you gon’ have to capture me in braille
on the beat, i’m roddy piper
when i’m on route to the bank, i’m dave chappelle on god

[interlude: kanye west]
where just like that
when someone comes up and says something like, “i am a god”
everybody says, “who does he think he is?”
i just told me who i thought i was
a god

[verse 4: kane keid]
yeah
a different kind of breed, plenty troubles and treachery
every double entendre prepared with heavy encounter with pain
and pennies we never had and the gain it was plenty
amphetamines in the streets we was playin’ it
played a beat, we painted pictures with every part of speech that we learned from teachers at school
foolish in terms of preaching to people who never listen
the jewish leaders who would either use the book to deceive us
or cop a chio or relieve us from a clutch of a demon
talkin’ to jesus
we never had no good advice from older geezers
climatic conditions of the hood required you to have a bold demeanor
or be seamless in the way you move
hold your reefers
i will blow your mind
blowing your speakers with my quotes and beats from people i never met
i second guess myself a lot of time but i’m the first guess
when they asking people, “yo, who really got the throne next?”
yes, i’m the best
and i say it with my chest, the g coupled up
when winners raise the bar y’all feeling pressed, uh
clothed it with ambition, positivity and puma garments
you reminded that i’m the truth and honestly y’all lying on my name, sleeping on gang
but my flow based in words acidic, i neutralize the game

- kane keid ficz

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