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letra de jodeci two - raykaz

[intro: raykaz and 2pac]
“but i guarantee that i will spark…the- the- the brain…that will change the world, that’s our job”
(oh ahhhna)
yeah
(oh naaana-)
h’riiiiiigh-
(oh naaana-)
hol’up…mxm
(oh naaana, nooo-ooo-ooo)
really this it for me
yeah
can you vibe with a n-gga?
(oh naaana, noo-ooo-ooo)
can you vibe with a n-gga?
h’riiiiight?

[verse 1: raykaz]
really this it for me…
more bless to all my angels willin’ to sin for me (my brothers, my zodies)
aimin’ for italy…
(la familia)
what else it gon’ take to be on stages in sicily?
look at my history…
thinkin’ back, a couple things i’d prolly do differently
all the relationship goals turned into breakin’ of souls
(can you vibe with a n-gga?)
all of them fraudulent friends turned into cases unsolved
(can you vibe with a n-gga?)
what do they think of me?…
(-crowd cheers-)
12 hours straight addin’ substance to symphony
you n-ggas sicken me! (mxm, -sigh-)
big bird sh-t – if i stick the heat, them chickens turn like rotisserie, uh!
12 months in and i can tell that they sick of me, uh!
i can’t find a summer, they all tryna marissa me, uh!
d-ck in yo’ kidney (hee)…tip and yo’ ribs’ll meet (hoo)
that’s all that she get from me! (brrr!)
tell ’em to get from me! (brrr!)
they like the richer me
tryna bridge the gap between the present and future me (now)
legend in euphony (wow)
tryna learn positions so they never can sutra me (karma/kama!)
please don’t get it f-cked up, pushin’ to shusha me (nxaaaa, usandi shushe mani iwe!)
lookin’ at the game like it “mx-…this ain’t what it used to be” (sh-t ain’t the same no mo’ n-gga!)
what happened to the artist? (facts)
the passion when it started? (facts)
when 2pac blossomed, now 2pac tossin’ and turnin’
with biggie up in they grave, ’cause the bullsh-t y’all constantly churnin’
proper concernin’!
sit down child! it’s a lot to be learnèd (sitcho ass down!)
if they in cuba, y’all the only thing that stop ’em returnin’
it’s big boi’s…and-ray comin’
to kast you out, 3 stacks says i dunk on you like andre drummond
(-sounds of crumping and throwing away paper-)
the last 8 summers, in the lab for the past 8 summers
(-stomach growl-)
i’m skippin’ meals, stomach yellow as the champagne colour
(-sounds of crumping and throwing away paper-)
10 thousand albums studyin’ greats for the past 8 summers (albums not hours)
for you to say somebody else better?
you d-mn straight buggin’!
i’m mf-…(shkrrr!)
please don’t compare me to so and so
’cause everytime i play yo’ favourites them n-ggas is so-and-so

- raykaz

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