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letra de vida eternal - ra the sun god

figgy:
que la musica ‘amonos pues, ‘amonos
tienen sus pinches vanz, pero aver si tienen la salsa
ah es romantica cabron, vamonos pues

phi:
f-ck! oh no
20s till i die ima try to stay alive since, i’m running out of time
ima sit upon the shrine and shout commands at the swine with my arm around a dime piece
nemo finding flakes from the sky getting pipe dreams
leave the bowl and sight see, swim up north get icy, always in the sky lightning bolt throwing, smiting
likely to be the one who does it most nicely, open eyes every morning only cause i might be

rathesungod:
(sun god)
they lacking the vida asking for mas from my nina
shots are about to get cleaner, im packing up pots for the heats
cheese up in my pocket like pizza, my girl be pretty like lisa
flip of these kids just for a lita need me a liter of ‘quila
grilling their fathers like pollo, y’all never been with the cholos
my cups always solo and rojo, stay on a moto
razors snap you like a photo, tearing the tier that your own
tearing the parts that you own, naruto tired of clones (some shippuden sh-t)
these friars are stuck all alone, i’m eating these apples with god’s
blessing the destined i’m slapping the rod
sharingan showing the odd profit the of marginals lost
im adding the cost i could buy kiba corp if yugi had lost
i could pay off an allegiance of demons to team with the legion
to clean up the region and fill it with preaching or peaches or sh-t
leaving them nothing then leaving my sh-t
come at me and you leaving real quick, anyone k!lling with sungod
not dying if you wanna go up then im leaving the script (take that sh-t)

yattatheblacksmith:
hey, hey, don’t come to my neighborhood taking about fake sh-t
hey, hey, me and my homies right now we on sp-ceships
(aye, aye , shout out all my n-ggas we on a new wave) x2
(sk be the set)
ill be the god if hes not attending, slobbing like rick ross
on a pop of xanax, with a flow so cold
it could drop t-tanic, chop and damage, like a mom and pop mechanic
if you heard from somebody else, i’m satanic uh
and all they wanna do is scoff and panic, around me
when everybody posh and brandish ,the bullsh-t, they loaded like full clips, in cool whips, it make a n-gga talk in spanish

orale miho, ytb so hace frio, and riding this beat like rodeo
you n-ggas cotijo, chorizo, i’m rolling que rico, you f-ckin with me, better flee-o
i’m not like your tio, i’m more like el tigre, and if you aint talkin bout money, que dice?
and shout out my social links, topped out with rise and meesay you finé, ya me say you finished
im a marauder, to you, capping for magazines, actually lacking comp-ssion, i’ll actually slaughter you dudes, smash and then dash, like new moon, or mew two, on my dad, its a battery packing a doobie, i’m active,i’m dashing from juvie, i’m slappin
and if your sh-t bad then i’m, taxin your studie
a maverick, i’m grabbin the booty, who gave you a p-ss, n-gga

rathesungod:
palabra de sol en mi vos, mas mota que mata con tos
yo vengo pidendo amor, es lento y hay poca option
es plomo o plata el dicho

yattatheblacksmith
duce to my migos, washing gorillas,so big up to nigo
shooting like jordan i aim the peephole, future no ceiling
we cruise like a jeep tho, f-ck with the gang, this sh-t lethal

rathesungod:
they want more pack from me hijo, they talking more work till it’s frio
i’m munching dorritos, attention lets mention the b.o
that bullsh-t been stinking up all of the rio

yattatheblacksmith:
tribe with no people, flow first place, in your face with the sequel
knowing ima spark, all talk on repeat tho, paws to your jaws
if you talk to the squad , on a pause like a free throw

rathesungod:
speak when you peak you a freak in a pea coa, leave when he cream all i see is the steeple
move when i do all i do’s keep the team float keep all your sleep ill be k!lling all these egos

yattatheblacksmith
b-tch i’m a g, know i’m a god cus im rocking with kings
not gonna stop til my squad is on mink
n-ggas is nauseous need vitamin c
all you n-ggas is cheap tho

rathesungod
im zabuza hidden in mist miss me with written abyss
lunatic losing his mits
must be some acid he mixed god must be loosing his grip

yattatheblacksmith
f-ck what you talkin bout
hop out the whip to your mama house
and this b-tch know that the commas out
she wanna pack up pajamas now
but she gon walk it out
5% tax if she want a pound

rathesungod&yattatheblacksmith
never know what she be talking about
i just been drowning in commas now
llama for drama so walk it out no
thing for munchkins i’m balling out if yatta coming its lava now

- ra the sun god

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