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letra de mad religious (feat. breddo) - kiddish klub

knock ‘em like i’m pacquiao
i’ll drop a body now
affiliated
with a violent crowd
and upper body power
individual
and probably down to all my
hobbies
poppin’ molly
dabble
in construction
breaking all the
solid ground
like i’m tearing the coat
still a man
probably lost
all demand
for the lord
hold the fan
make a toast
take a stand
we’ll reciprocate
and fry ‘em in pan
extra shemen
shove another f-ckin’ scam in they throat
when i’m lonely with my thought i guess i need a bed
i’m israeli shove my problems in a pita bread
and while i calculate my losses
i foresee my friends
distance themselves
when i make it they gone need amends
i’m not a knight in shining armor
when i bleed it’s red
and i’m as vulnerable as you
but try to see an end
to all that propaganda sh-t
that makin’ me defend
a f-cking jewel inside the desert
zion needs a friend

this not what we came for
we’ve been here for far too long
we needed to go
we needed to go
we needed to go

had to be a little energetic
copasetic
electric
tend to be sneaking
in for credit
write a poem and send it
message a thousand motherf-ckas
that critique or make edits
blessed them
but don’t know my style
only
confide in the brethren
minyan
the holy f-ckin’ ten
composed of knowledgable
gentleman
attendance they be checkin’ in
and messaging
connection
lost
but flowin’
like adrenaline
they chewy
venison
they regimen
when i’m ingestin’ them
i open up a testament and bless it
aye
my momma
make her own challah
sh-t be woah walla
rollin’ up a fatty
use a whole laffa
ya getting chatty
too much
that’s
a whole lotta
they all ciroc wittit
vodka
but the boat
rockin’
i rock rocket
that’s for starters
why they even bother
we don’t even pay in
dollars
half the the time
when i flow sip water
givin’ quarters out
to dimes
when you tight rope walk-in
gotta watch out for ya
sides
because
real eyes
realize
real lies
don’t deny
we on the rise
get ya eyes unwind
cuz you blind
it’s kiddish
you know we one of a kind
situations gotta make up your mind
but ay i’m open never closin’
i’m wide
got the pro on the low
for the guys
no catch
it ain’t nothin but a bad throw
i skate the half bro
while they taking shots
from half court
it’s the kiddish wittit
wollmoney in it mad woke
when ya in ya lane closed
middle aged
grown
with the same old
cheddar cheese gold
cuttin’ back
we exceed the growth
we hold it down
i don’t need no ropes
this not what we came for
we’ve been here for far too long
we needed to go
we needed to go
we needed to go

i’ve been in a cloud ever since my conscience has been around
i might get off tangent that’s why i just f-cking spin around
feel the sound
let the vibe possess my mind then repossess my inner shroud
no doubt i tear it down
then let my terabytes pour out my eyes
looking like niagara falls but with way more electrolytes
looking like a psycho
i go
into these microscopic
fire topics
my balance is gyroscopic
flow hypnotic
leave you motherf-ckers tangling and dangling
on the edge of a cliff
now you’re tryna find an answer but i write in hieroglyphs
a hero gives no f-ck about a villain
that’s why i’m still chillin –
haaaa that’s why i’m still chillin!

- kiddish klub

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