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letra de skoda - raykaz

[verse 1: fuse]
don’t need a rollie on a wrist to know a n-gga gettin’ older
you n-ggas need deodorant to k!ll the body odour
a metaphor to let you know a n-gga takin’ over
the matador that k!lled a bull and did it barely sober
and my momma had a skoda, pushed it like a f-ckin’ rover
i crashed it…she put me in a coma when i told her
crashed it in december and i woke up in october
the summer heatin’ up and yet a n-gga gettin’ colder-

[interlude]
mad! pull up! pull up! pull up! pull up!
you see da tune deh? wicked nuh blouse and skirt!
pull it proper day!
run skrill! pow!

[intro: mukudzei mlambo and raykaz]
i’m like “yoh!”
hahahaaaa…come on man! (ee, urr!)
fuse is dangerous
uh, he- he’s…an amazing musician (ohhh, sh-t!)
with great, great musical sense
sheesh! (ee, urr!)
it’s too much! (ayyy, yuhhh, ayyy)
too much! too much! too much! (ohhh, sh-t!)
[verse 1: fuse]
don’t need a rollie on a wrist to know a n-gga gettin’ older
you n-ggas need deodorant, to k!ll the body odour
a metaphor to let you know a n-gga takin’ over
the matador that k!lled a bull and did it barely sober
and my momma had a skoda, pushed it like a f-ckin’ rover
i crashed it…she put me in a coma when i told her
crashed it in december and i woke up in october
the summer heatin’ up and yet a n-gga gettin’ colder
call the cops to the block, ’cause kenny gettin’ it hot
let a shot to the top of yo’ head – adrenaline shock
hear the drop of yo’ body, that’s when the cardio stops
adios, all of your ‘migos are fallin’ dominoes
somebody call the cardinal please!
the shooter’s on the run and it’s 37 deceased
the prodigal son pull up on anybody he sees
anybody can get it, i’m goin’ denace the menace
i got a fetish for lettuce, just let-us get it in piece, for pete’s sake!
word up on the street is you been duckin’ release dates
we can talk about it, open up, it’s a free sp-ce
these rap n-ggas soft and they sweet like cheesecake, i don’t do lactose/lack-toast
if you crack jokes, then watch yo’ back and best keep yo’ gat close
’cause i got four straps up in my black coat
ask about me, n-ggas know that’s factos!
okay, that’s cap, i only got one
a shotgun, should i show you what a shot done? (bow!)
it’s not fun if i show you what a shot did (bow!)
it’s gon’ cl!ck, disrespect ain’t a option – i don’t wanna drop son
but if it must be, it must be
never been a n-gga to bluff with both hands on a rusty
trust that i’m bringin’ the doom, to your door
you’re the king of the coons
so bada bing bada boom, b-tch! (bow! bow!)
[hook: raykaz]
you n-ggas ain’t ready…you n-ggas ain’t steady, nooooo
when the beef get deadly? you the type to just let it gooooo
you n-ggas ain’t ready…you n-ggas ain’t steady, nooooo
when the beef get deadly? you’re the type to just let it gooooo

[verse 2: raykaz]
bada boom bada bing, you n-ggas know what i mean?
you bodies is more average than 37 degrees
i came to restore balance, i’m thanos snappin’ the thing
but i’ma be pure callous, like operating machines, uh (ohhh, sh-t!)
aw jeez, the cemetary in pieces
brodie buried already? i thought i told him to leave (brrr!)
we barricaded the birdies? the bodies pilin’ indeed
i tarantino the tally – i might be makin’ a scene, uh (ohhh, sh-t!)
you hear the screams (ahhhhh!), as soon as i intervene (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo! doo! doo!)
movin’ at the speed of light like, “is kazzy runnin’ in threes?”
“did he just tumble the weed? you seen him humble the trees?”
“i’m havin’ trouble with breathin’, don’t know what to believe!” uh (ohhh, sh-t!)
b-tter knife, what a life, anyway
i’m movin’ like the earnest/ernest n-gga – what am i, hemingway?
i’m provin’ i deserve it bigger – b-tterfly heavyweight
my soldiers hold it down for me, we comin’ the kenny way (wooooohooooo!)
but anyway…(ohhh, sh-t!)
i’m done dissin’, i’ll swiggidy swing on ’em (ay, watchu say n-gga!?)
i’ve only got one mission, to b-b-b-bang on ’em (blah, blah-blah-blah! blaow!)
i’m rockin’ with sum’ different, i’m bringin’ the pain on ’em (it’s not funny, stand-up!)
if n-ggas wan’ come wit’ it – it’s bullets with names on ’em! (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo! ohhh, sh-t!)
pull it then bang on ’em (brrr!)
buddy better beware! (ohhh, sh-t!)
my daddy had two daughters, he should’ve ended it there! (ohhh, sh-t!)
they sellin’ outta teddies, it’s still okay to be scared! (ohhh, sh-t!)
this exactly what gon’ happen when n-ggas pokin’ the bear! (bow! bow!)
kazzy…
[hook: raykaz]
you n-ggas ain’t ready…you n-ggas ain’t steady, nooooo
when the beef get deadly? you the type to just let it gooooo
you n-ggas ain’t ready…you n-ggas ain’t steady, nooooo
when the beef get deadly? you’re the type to just let it gooooo

[outro: raykaz]
who wanna f-ck with the kiii-iii-in?
why tryna f-ck with the kin? he gon’ get his ass mopped tryna f-ck with the kiii-iii-in
please don’t f-ck with the kiii-iii-in (ee, urr!)
who wanna f-ck with the kiii-iii-in?
why tryna f-ck with the kin? he gon’ get his ass whopped tryna f-ck with the kiii-iii-in
f-ck around if you want…to!

[transition: mukudzei mlambo]
hah! i love rap!
record scratch

two snippet

[intro: fuse]
2!
add the 6 and the 3 after 2!
add the 6 and the 3 after 2!
add the 6 and the 3 after 2!
yeeeaaahhh, you know what it is! (2! add the 6 and the 3 after 2!)
back my popular demand, after this yo’ mama gon’ be a fan, n-ggaaaaa! (add the 6 and the 3 after 2! 2!)

[verse 1: fuse]
2 gun kenny, leave your brains on the dashboard
this ain’t what you want but it’s exactly what you asked for
raykaz comin’ like the pages in my passport…add it up!
man, my whole sh-t tatted up!
i done had enough of you n-ggas, you n-ggas can’t rap
everywhere i go in this hoe it seem like the same cap
why? (why? why? why?)
these n-ggas don’t practice
they gon’ need to come to the church of boom baptist and ask for the minister
put yo’ sh-t in the bin, you been miniature
your b-tches came to see the finisher
they know i’m batistuta with the rifle
i don’t need a shooter, just give me someone to stifle
i’m a spiteful n-gga
revenge to me is delightful, n-gga
the fans can see that you’re prideful, n-gga
this is the end!
f-ck it, lemme murder him again
i don’t wanna do it but i gotta make him understand that i’m the…

[verse 2: raykaz]
one and only, ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with the kid from the 63rd after the 2
back in the booth with my zodienem shmackin’ a tooth
actin’ a goof, throwin’ stones – yabba dabba d’doo
zay du plessis, i’m finna tackle a few
this ain’t no biggie, we just grabbin’ the loot
see, this is kenny – we been keepin’ him a secret out of caution, my n-gga
it’s one k!ller in the z, we ain’t know if they could handle a two!
what’s crickiddy-crackenin’? what’s happenin’?
it’s k-k-k-k-azzy, i’m b-b-back again!
i’m clappin’ em, i’m back in the land to take the sh-t back again
i’m ramblin’, i snap on a track then abracadabra them
it’s bafflin’, i master the craft of practicin’ abstinence – “i ain’t never gave a f-ck!”
or run from a battle, you wanna shquabble? throw them dukes up, like majesty n-ggas
i’ll f-ck ya tooth up, like cavity fillings
we blow your troops up, like gravity with us
then throw the deuce up, like tragedy hit us
then throw the deuce up, like…

[hook: fuse and raykaz]
2!
add the 6 and the 3 after 2!
add the 6 and the 3 after 2!
add the 6 and the 3 after 2!
2!
add the 6 and the 3 after 2! (gotta throw the deuce on the 6…3)
add the 6 and the 3 after 2! (had to throw the deuce on the 6…3)
2! (6…3)
2! (6…3)

[verse 3: raykaz]
every other day is a bullethole to the face
in the case of a broken heart? i resort to sparks from a k
it’s okay if i’m broke apart, my remorses start to decay
with the ways of a tony stark, that’s my favourite target to aim
“grrr!”
i plotted this for time, you can see the mark on my face
when i’m markin’ to mark a marksman, i double park it and bang
see, the hardest part of his day when his life’a start to replay
this what happens when n-ggas cross us, i’m poppin’ off at his dame
if it’s commotion, k and kazzy comin’ like kenny and cole…it’s a big two now
pop and spray it at any involved…they forget you now
zodie paper confetti your dome…it’s a big shootout (grrr!)
kenny get the machete involved…that’s the kin throughout
slice you up and spaghetti ya soul
i’m gettin’ love from dee-1 outta new orleans
they wanted one, main oan pack, let’s give ’em two or three
i’m poppin’ out like i got cornrows at new ho king
i’m-…

[outro: raykaz]
mxm, nah, that’s enough – they gotta wait for this one
zodie two, tape two
watchout – kinärte! grrr!

- raykaz

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