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letra de stress - makeba mooncycle

[chorus 2x: sample]
even when the stress come do this..
it’s telling me something…
it’s giving me warning…
it’s gotta be rough and…

[makeba mooncycle]
breaking from behind bars, like oz, this mc’s nice
so i pause for applause, throw your fists up for the cause
and if you choose to drop your drawers like the wh-r-s
it’s your call, not like anyone at all
prevention like crime, i rhyme all the time
same state of mind, plus i’m, deadly like swine
disease over track, straight up, k!ller of wax
you choose to tax, while i build to the m-ss
aim to make dough like ’80’s crack, and jersey carjacks
i eat a pro black, who comes through like the mack
blurring your vision like cataracts
where my gods at? where my gods at?
i flip broads like flapjacks, lifting your spirits
to new heights like prozac
murdering mc’s in the first, and second degrees
i’m here to appease, connecting lands to seas
nothing flows past me, i’m the illest mc
there’s no one as nice as me

[chorus 2x]

[makeba mooncycle]
my moon rises, tall i stand, people out your
game plan, the incredible woman
that no one comprehends, screw the pain, i hold the t-tle
maintaining and throwing no rival, you see me?
every three years like a 2 dollar bill
when your game steps up, you become some what ill
the future fortune fiver, mc lady godiva
yeah, i’m scorching hot, i run you out your town like lot
forget me not, leave you in the past to rot
how you like it, burnt or raw, have you coming back, more and more
this musical score is coming straight to your door
it’s like molten rock, every syllable is meant to shot
i’m the tick to your tock, the ship to your dock
you thought you wasn’t, getting hit, i’m better known as brooklyn’s infamous

[chorus 2x]

[makeba mooncycle]
starving, ready to eat mc’s, alive
nothing to lose, this game is straight suicide
i’m holy with the vanity ties
if you push your weight, i want a piece of your pie
telling life stories while popping crys’
i present tracks with gifts, like fresh lime to your lips
size sixty hips, fitting into a five six
my lyrics are unstable like, rings to navals
what’s the truth, from your fables
chicken playing, hot saddity, leader of my own committee
tearing down cities, like l.a., new york and philly
i create the path, i’m naturally blessed
never the creeper, in other mc’s steps
you’re just another microphone clone, studio made tone
yes i’m, bad to the bone, and holding my own
everytime the moon sets, and the sun takes the rest
yeah, i give birth, you’re lost, cuz you have no heatness of the earth

[chorus 2x]

- makeba mooncycle

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