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letra de flabbergasted! - life

[intro]
(indistinct murmurs)
uh-uh (uh!) backyard! (bckyrd)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
‘’je ne parle pas français’’
it’s life!

[verse 1]
[life :]
yo, crack’s in my palms
cold weather got cracks in my palms, can’t (ssss…)
help but feel like, the devils tryna’, find holes
and cracks in my psalms (mm)
i ain’t a vocalist, tryna’ be vocal ‘bout this (uh)
lack of the calm (mm…)
wakin’ up to birds, not the ones that sing songs
but, the ones that’s worth maximum time (what else?)
make you like mad max sometimes (mm!)
trippin’ like car alarm, keep macs and some nines
your generation can’t blame
half the things done insane made em’
lil’ boys famous (errr!)
the other half ain’t make it, died tryin’
jumped out your seat, еnjoyed the show
while thеy pullin’ out glock
kids rocked em’ to sleep, keep rocks in they socks
glocks c-cked in they jeeps! (uh!)
[tokyo sensei :]
dawg i’m holdin’ it down
preparation is key and that’s why doors opening now
god mode, that sh-t be going halal
what they promotin’ is foul, raw life till’ i go in the ground
now…
don’t be ungrateful and say no one gave you nun’
i never seen you on the block where you say you from
(i never seen you!)
it’s 20-30 but it feel like -81, gifted
hope i’m present when the babies come (…bless)
n’ seen em’ blur the lines of vision
the unit used to cl!ck
now we touch screens like good-byes in prison (d-mn)
you’ve either got it or you don’t
tryna’ find your rhythm?
it’s the same game but different controllers for the system
you out your mind, the hennessy hit your head
can’t even sh-t on y’all n-ggas
my belly fulla’ bread
they love drama, i prefer the money instead

-hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on… flabbergasted!-

[verse 2]
[life :]
now let’s talk money b-tch, i’m bout bread
like a sandwich, two sticks like handlebars
marxman when i hand it (fa!)
fireworks like sparks when this cannon lit
headshots, have your brain thumpin’
have your brains’ heart pumpin’, have your brain runnin’
out of it’s home in your dome, where it loves to relax
have your brain doin’ jumping jacks (mm!)
crack your head, push your hairline back (you don’t wannit’)
the forty with the cl!ck
guess this b-tch is a hermaphrodite so i tell her f-ck um’
i’ll see em’ in the afterlife, if there’s an afterlife
my thug’s doin’ a stretch, he needs a lawyer so i’m
flippin’ for his half-a-life!
[tokyo sensei :]
i’ve been rappin on the corner
for like half my life, had to cut a couple people off
who wasn’t actin’ right
energy was passed down, we’re livin’ in karma
hunger’ll have you with a mask on, lifting your arm up
trippin’ (pssh)
homies told me that i gotta fix up
don’t get caught up in no mix up
and when things get tough, it’s all my fault
sh-t, silly me, streets going crazy
we gone serve like mickey deez
pray for friends, care less ‘for my enemies
lately, i’m just in it for the amenities
remember who you got your style from mini-me
wait, let me bring you back to humility (sushi!)
crisp white tee like it’s ‘03

[life :]
and ama die with these 2-4’s like kobe

[tokyo :]
can’t be workin’ so hard, solely for groceries

[life :]
guess that’s why they sellin’ they souls
like bodies grow trees
[tokyo sensei :]
i’ll destroy everything and build back from scratch

[life :]
cause i’m the god with a new era cap to match
matta’ fact i need more cake to divi up
these old heads lookin’ for change, like a timmies cup

[tokyo seinsei :]
you rappers make believe, this is really us
your stimulus ain’t stimulatin’ enough
raw papers with the essence, i keep em’ second guessin’

[life :]
like the flush on the stalls, i wouldn’t touch
i’m stuck to the bricks like graffiti on the walls
move the culture forward like graffiti on the train
baby girl hip-hop, made graffiti out my brain

[tokyo sensei :]
there was blood on the paper it written in pain
dawg i came a long way from just livin’ the same
young boys angry grown men whippin’ the cane, really
mix the art with the snake and the crane (i had to)
stay for from them snakes, ‘cause all i got is my name

[life :]
teach my sons how to love and my daughter to fight
‘cause lil n-ggas out here just ain’t livin’ right
i got jakes watchin’ my moves, i know the strip believe me
like hoes know the poles and strip (uh!)
i stay strapped like bras
but you don’t wan’t them titts
jump the gun you’ll end up on the bullet and sh-t, it’s (boom!)
life and keeyo, like morpheus and neyo
when i bring the pill
we k!ll mo’ people (uh!)
it’s a lil bit f-cked up ain’t it
how you ain’t know
who we was till’ we f-cked up
a-lists’ nameless
scratch a rapper’s game
and keep on playin’
then ask em’, how does it feel to get your ass kicked?
i bet you lookin’ for words
flabbergasted (flabbergasted)

- life

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