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letra de sinsez - nick wiz

[verse 1: shabaam sahdeeq]
thought sporadic, psycho addict to mic booths
short yet stout dreadlock that came to turn the party out
been on the scene, now all the politics done set me back
open up your mind, and i’ma tap your skull with ‘nough rap
cerebral hemorrhaging is what you’re experiencing
the antidote for what you’re needing is my proceeding. ha!
you think you’re hot sh-t, the pilot in the c-ckpit?
you’re entering enemy airsp-ce that’s hazardous to your existence
i got my sh-t locked down, no move-faking
i’m bringing home the greens and, yo, they’re seasoned without bacon. if you’rе
a user, then i’ma lose ya—you ain’t fooling mе
just pass the cloud nine smoke that brings the cool in me
no wool is, g. just going over your mental eulogy
sinsez/sin’ says you’ll get your brain whipped when i come with it
your cypher small—now watch me bounce it off a brick wall
another customer, a billion served like hors d’oeuvres. what’s
the word, n-gga? thoughts be traveling a mile a minute ‘cause i’m
in it to win it like the pennant, so just spin it if you
got it in your crate. i hate suckers who be zoning out
i wanna hear my sh-t primetime—that’s what i’m talking ‘bout

[hook: sinister voicez]
sinsez/sin’ says, “throw your hands in the air, yeah!”
sinsez/sin’ says, “there’s wack rappers everywhere!” (sinister voicez)
sinsez/sin’ says, “we got treats from the streets, yo!” (sinister voicez)
sinsez/sin’ says, “we’re dropping jewels on these beats” (sinister voicez)
[verse 2: [?]]
guess who’s back to black max with the fat raps?
you’re used to hearing from a n-gga, so i figured you had
the munchies from them blunts you’re smoking, i’ll have you choking. it’s
the lethal, kid—i ain’t joking. ayyo, don’t you
know who i am? the n-gga with the old god d-mn
type of funk. punk, that ass is lunch, no doubt
i got the rough, rugged, accurate, immaculate, rip sh-t
forwards and backwards with my rhyme tactics. it’s automatic
like a tec you’ll sweat. did you forget i’m a vet?
banging heads and leaving girls soaking wet. no
threats are necessary, no need to talk—just
watch where you walk or you might get caught

[verse 3: shabaam sahdeeq]
downright dirty
like a mechanic jumpsuit, i thump loops
like boxers in the ring doing their thing for mad loot—truth
you slipped up. fist up defend ya, end, and amend the chaos
the world is madness. tell me: can i pass this test?
yes! i’ve been put on this earth to rock
some verses, time keeps slipping, but i’ll be catching it
by the tail, dragging his face in the dirt for starters, finishing
him off like crippled racehorses—who the boss is?

[hook: sinister voicez]
sinsez/sin’ says, “throw your hands in the air, yeah!”
sinsez/sin’ says, “there’s wack rappers everywhere!” (sinister voicez)
sinsez/sin’ says, “we got treats from the streets, yo!” (sinister voicez)
sinsez/sin’ says, “we drop jewels on these beats” (sinister voicez)
[verse 4: [?]]
i drop
rhymes and degrees deeper than the seven seas
these lyrics be bringing death to scrub emcees
a hundred thousand calories of funk, it’s fat
must be them kids from sinsez doing that
n-ggas be like, “wow!” ‘cause my style be like, “blao!”
in your face, n-gga. now how you figure you was nicer
my capabilities exceed imagination. you must
be basing. my presentation’s breathtaking, you’re faking
demonstrations are frustrating. i’m nutting
on beats, you’re suffering from castration. adversaries
i be facing be wasting conversation
n-ggas we’re beating with that bullsh-t they be kicking
i’ll write classics like d-ckens, i’m sticking competition with
a dab of my gab, suckers been getting bagged like, “paper
or plastic?” i’m getting drastic in this rap sh-t
you’ll get that ass kicked, my style’s fantastic

[hook: sinister voicez]
sinsez/sin’ says, “throw your hands in the air, yeah!”
sinsez/sin’ says, “there’s wack rappers everywhere!” (sinister voicez)
sinsez/sin’ says, “…treats from the streets, yo!” (sinister voicez)
sinsez/sin’ says, “we drop jewels on these beats” (sinister voicez)
sinsez/sin’ says, “throw your hands in the air, yeah!”
sinsez/sin’ says, “there’s wack rappers everywhere!” (sinister voicez)
sinsez/sin’ says, “we got treats from the streets, yo!” (sinister voicez)
sinsez/sin’ says, “we drop jewels on these beats” (sinister voicez)

- nick wiz

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