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letra de who's this? - phi life cypher & taskforce

[big thnx to jimmy dyna for helping]

[verse 1: life mc]

this is task force and phi-life
getting raw upon the mic
the four of us strike
and we meditate with metaphors at night
we practice what we preach
and even freestyle in our sleep
on the streets
we’re bringing the heat, four soldiers forever deep
we severing beats with elite rhymes
that are concrete from my tongue speak
we’re raw, blud
vocal fire like four scuds
we hammer head like thor does, turning your frame to sawdust
penetrate your spit shield like four barrels on a sawn-off
we rhyme to the highest order to fly like saucers
leaving you red eye like smokin’ a quarter
while drinking some fire water
if you wanna hear some lyrics that blast like dynamite
check the si [philly], chester p, the farma g, or me—life
see i’m the mixed race, who spits on a mixtape, call me mullato
faster than ato boldon paint pictures like i’m pic-sso
artistic author, rhyming enforcement, it’s time to launch the
brain cell bombsh-lls smacking the heads of all the forces
millennium metaphor, new mic order, controlling the border
bringing the science of life like that crew from atlanta, georgia
if you never seen or heard of phi life and the task force
you have to be deaf, dumb, blind
and in a coma from when you was born
we sp-wn intergalactic rap tracks, that leaving the brain tipsy
the righteous rastas linking up minds with the cosmic gypsies
phi-life cypher
if you f-ck with this we’ll leave you bruck up
and before you leave the scene task force will graf your bus up
so, you better hash up
practice your sk!lls and get your head down
if you try to f-ck with this we’ll paralyse you from the neck down

[verse 2: chester p]

poison motion
see me like the modern trojan
eyes broken
talking like a ghetto spokesman
verbal tear gas breaking down your lego science
last hopeful, stepping like a rebel giant
mr. underdog stranded on the devil’s wavelength
drunk pilot, crash-land your whole engagement
ultra-violet aura flashing for the ancients
dr. hackenbush, life’s k!lling all my patients
rock the slazengers live, blood, i’m into rackets
hit the world with my jive, sparing none the graphics
thrive dim-lit back streets and drug habits
shiesty minded carrying the world’s baggage
mutant hybrid, i’m half man and half rodent
self destructive, i still wonder why i was chosen
no instructions, my whole life has been a freestyle
open surgery, operation green mile
complex circuitry, drowning on the cheap wines
i k!ll my body with the fluids of a deep mind
spill me spirits on crushed ice with no mixer
turn these minutes to years, i pull a full twister
mr. troglodyte, centre of your chinese whispers
let me occupy your thoughts with some timeless wisdom:
sticks and stones might break my bones
but those in gl-ss houses shouldn’t throw stones

[chorus: ?]

all for one, and one for all
if there wasn’t this war
there would be nothing at all

and anywhere you go
you can’t mistake our call, oh no

[verse 3: si philly]

we’re rearranging your destiny
phi-life cypher, farma giles and the chester p
it’s time for me to spit and i leave the people impressed with me
collaborating to blast jaws, kicking sh-t with the task force
and spitting it quicker than any ras horse
i’m getting darker, chester p-ss me your marker
an attack for the task force to phi life down to the saga?
these lyrical rap wrestlers that’s steadily making a mess of ya
the sickest the spirits inside the lyrics is starting possessing ya
we verbally glorious and a battle scene with victorious freaks
we’re exterminating the people that try to f-ck with the four of us
ripping the mic piranha style ??? farma g and chester
i’m making more noise than petrol protesters
cause we are the vocal infectors of excellence
disradicating the pestilence
that are traumatized with t-tanical testaments
we damage your district with a strict ?? lyrical discipline
if we spit the sh-t in the dirt ??? leaving it glistening
the godly responded with more flavour than fondants
and i spit how does einstein’s cosmological constants
we leaving your brains frazzled and brushing rappers like basil
with the most marvellous magic we’ll leave the devil bedazzled
we all some force in this cause and violate time with distortion
so proceed with caution before you’re forced into abortion
we twist you up like a torsion and wear you down to the insoles
and make you look as [?] first pair of your plimsolls

[verse 4: farma g]

london f-cking godfather
al caponed out, charged up
sitting down, counting my tracks
in a gold hat
farms a godfather rapper balaclavaed up
strutting my stuff
knocking ’em back with no sign of puff
it takes nappa and four rappers to bust your b-mba
f-ck a punchline, i rumble through the undergrowth
you’re needing signposts pointing out the way home
i’m getting sick of all you idiots and egos
and those who copy cats, better have a place to hide
you shouldn’t follow people, man, just be inspired
and that’s the way i feel
f-ck it, what’s ‘keep it real’?
perceptions determined by a record deal
and you can criticise, purely ’cause we’re making tracks
i’m out the bedroom, blud, and straight onto wax
the four horseman riding on a thunderstorm
pen gripped tight, dark knight on a unicorn
you’re face-to-face with a real dilemma here
something spontaneous that sucks up the atmosphere
so, back stabbers, grab a piece of the ear
’cause we just don’t care

[chorus: ?]

all for one, and one for all
task force, phi-life
will be at your door

you know our sound is raw
we know you want some more

‘we’ll just have to wait and see who comes out of this whole mess alive, so don’t you be too confident with us, big mouth. what do you got there, huh?’

- phi life cypher taskforce

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