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letra de intro (comeback) - rels b & dani.d

[letra de “intro (comeback)”]

[verse 1: method man]
i came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane
find out my mental, based on instrumental
records, hey, so i can write monumental
methods, i’m not the king
but n-ggas is decaf, i stick ’em for the cream
check it, just how deep can—

[verse 2: sticky fingaz, fredro starr]
official nast comin’ through better raze it up!
all my hoods’ on the block better raze it up!
all my peoples locked up better raze it up!
you better raze it up! you better raze it up!
lyrical assault, mics outlined in chalk
gun talk, homicide in new york—

[verse 3: nas]
yo, release what’s in me
besides the henny, it’s eyes that’s seen plenty
fiends get skinny as if queens was a craig jenny
instead of diet plans, it’s crack, 200 grams
i pump a g-pack, peeping for where the d’s at
it’s slow, looking for rambo
the cop who got grazed back in the days
chasing n-ggas through my project maze—
[verse 4: the notorious b.i.g.]
who shot ya? separate the weak from the obsolete
hard to creep them brooklyn streets
it’s on, n-gga, f-ck all that bickerin’ beef
i can hear sweat tricklin’ down your cheek
your heartbeat sound like sasquatch feet
thunderin’, shakin’ the concrete
then the sh-t stop—

[verse 5: d.m.c.]
my ahhh-didas, walk through concert doors
and roam all over coliseum floors
i stepped on stage, at live aid
all the people gave, and the poor got paid
and out of speakers—

[verse 6: prodigy]
it all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle
next come the bookings, the way things is looking
it’s friday, you in for a long stay
getting shackled on the bus first thing come monday—

[verse 7: 2pac]
can you picture my prophecy?
stress in the city, the cops is out for me
the projects is full of bullets
though bodies is droppin’ there ain’t no stoppin’ me
constantly movin’ while makin’ millions
witnessin’ k!llings, leavin’ dead bodies in abandoned—
[interlude: sharon]
no matter what we face
we must face the moment of truth, baby

[verse 8: gang starr]
the same sheisty cats that you hang with and do your thang with could set you up and wet you up n-gga, peep the language
it’s universal, you play with fire it may hurt you
or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through
let’s face facts, although mc’s lace tracks
it doesn’t mean behind the scenes there ain’t no dirt to trace back—

[verse 9: big l]
a key of coke is a pie
when i’m lifted i’m high, with new clothes on, i’m fly
cars is whips and sneakers is kicks
money is chips, movies is fl!cks
also, cribs is—

[verse 10: mos def]
you say “one for the treble, two for the time”
come on, y’all, let’s rock this!
you say “one for the treble, two for the time”
come on!
speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
now let it fall, (huh!)
my restlessness is my nemesis
it’s hard to really chill and sit still, committed to page
i write a rhyme, sometimes won’t finish for days
scrutinize my literature from the large to the miniature
i mathematically add-minister, subtract the wack
selector, wheel it back—

- rels b dani d

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