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letra de zero - klashnekoff

[intro: klashenkekoff]
life is one big road with a lot of signs
signs, signs, signs, signs, signs
you have make up my mind to face reality all the time
k-lash-nek-off

[verse 1: klashnekoff]
i self cater, radiate like alpha-beta
batter the caper, detonate the paper
separate my nature, maybe we can link up later
and laugh over latter, what? look to the future
remote viewer, merciless, you get puller, herb puller
who spread word and break full of cake
there’s no escape, the city grips like geoff capes
my mind state is desecrated landscape
i cry till it aches, and the crazy evaporate
my university, we don’t graduate
we just regurgitate hate, but i’m just like you mate
waking up with a screw face
everyday’s a new case to solve
my life unfolds like episodes of columbo
i hibernate amongst the humble
meditating on my uncle who just did 12 years and didn’t crumble
i can’t begin to comprehend what they’ve been through
but spiritually throughout the time i was with you
my heart smashed to pieces, the pain went through
splitting me in two halves
man have to laugh or wear two face masks
for too many years p-ssed, i’ve sat on my -ss
tryna replace the place but that won’t last
that won’t last, that won’t last, so take time as you p-ss

[hook: klashnekoff]
hey, gringos on pasero
i want you make way for the gundelero
and if you don’t do that my friend, then your number is zero
shoulda seen me inna colorado
when i buck up di youth called fernando
in one life posse and i move one little jankrow

[verse 2: klashnekoff]
it was the east maze where i spent days on my jack-n-jays
strapping jays while jack radd-cks raid my uncle’s gates
his living bait, pushing heavyweights from his place
they caught him baking cake, parole date, 2008
oh what a waste, another life lost in the maze
but any ways as we move there’s no time for gaze
like a deeper ray, these are parrow days
young tearaways blazing shots off like heat waves
hombres crazed, stay crazed like frankie fras’
with a screw-face that favour freddy kruger
i self cater, while my crew don’t nurture
it’s murder, man shotting rock to make an earner
p-ssies turn dapper, they can’t live in the manor
it’s pepper, hot bods and black pc plods
who gotta watch your spot for months on the trot
but quick he don’t cotch that’s why the operation flop
you can’t catch what you can’t glock
c-ck the klashnekoff shots make you hopscotch, yeah so what?
what’s gwarning, merciless, on road they’re never charming
like tenor strapperitas and tailor made garments
i’m starving, dealing with the basis of survival
strapping owls with hydras ’til my eyes grow tint
beanies chat me fore they think, yea they are the weakest link
while little f-ssyholes and battyholes give me ‘nough stink

- klashnekoff

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