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letra de so demandin' - massive staff

on the rebound from uptown
i got the fever for the funky underground sound
hittin 81st street lookin round
wish it was the weekend wish i had my walkman
i wish the radio was more than top 10 and talking
stalkin out new york with a quart in my lap
9 mm shooter and buddha in my knapsack
don’t -ssume my sound boom from my loot
i shoot the gift like this to light spliffs with my loose
troop you know the scoop
a weekly ritual get you all into my flow
we travel to eo
madman’s at the wheel troublemakers in the back
like a pimp rolling hemp my lips are limp
i’m in the right state of mind
i know you get time
for breaking state lines with 9s
but what they can’t see they can’t find
i got the fat stacks in cash
if all else fails i bribe his -ss and dash
so no redneck has to flex
i’m already vexed with no tape deck
i can’t hear myself catch wreck
i chill, seckle, i’m subtle
there’ll be no trouble
we almost at the lincoln tunnel
but now there’s lights flashin
g don’t even think about smashin or dashin
car chases ain’t really in fashion no more
just put my bag on the floor
when the cop walks up lock the door
to give my mind a chance to relax
paranoid rookies rippin’ off my door latch
but should i be sn-tched out the car and beat down to the tar
then locked behind bars like another rap star?

verse 2
check it
had the cold hearted cop outsmarted
so we departed
step into the safe house so weapons are discarded
cuz in eo we carry artillery
no one’s thinkin of k!llin me
my ability protects from hostility
chill with g and rich on the porch
discussin honeys in shorts
maybe sports or some topic of the sort
always thought we’d make an impact in rap
in fact my impact cracked the board like shaq
so i can’t relax
i never sleep, i keep making clever beats
that kick like feet, and i got tricks for whoever treat
house full of big dreamers, schemers with beamers
ebony earths, brown latinas
and the meanest crew of lyrical fiends you ever seen
it’s frightening the type of sh-t these nixxas be writing
now i can’t relax and chill
can’t rest my sk!ll
brothers still try and test my will
i reveal sk!lls as sharp as they ever been
never been vic’ed by no clique that thought their sh-t was more clever than
the veteran
stuck on wax like i’m stuck on being black
because of that fact i can’t relax

verse 3
oh sh-t
it’s knowledge at the door so who can knock with this
madman concocted this for __ to rock with this
now the populace is jockin this
full of nasty air but ain’t no poppin this
cop metropolis hot to take
i make
the madman tracks ran straight through your state
fans wait for hugs and handshakes
i bring the crew in ruin the landscape
another stage raped pillaged like a vietnam village
seek and destroy i see a live mic i k!ll it
fill it with the verbal explosive
so swift from standard shift to automatic like a four-fifth
don’t riff nixxa i’m tense as a stent let’s end this
light the spliff

- massive staff

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