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letra de emporer's new clothes - rey morado

[verse 1: rey]
i been feelin’ evil as of late, uh oh they agitate me, conversation interrogation
i get anxious, suspicous intent, blood of a gator
stuck in the matrix, rest on torture stake
f-ck these other n-ggas dog, i got more at stake
i place more to plate, so much weight, we gone eat doe
never stay the rod but i’m willin’ to teach though
i peep code, neo, she willin’ to deepthroat
cause she needa peacoat, cold -ss n-gga i am, still sizzle like a drip in the pan
still light that b-tch up, been accosted by the man
slur words together, i ain’t never popped a xan
skin dark, offa the tar i be tarzan
friction cl!ckin’ in my wrists, a n-gga got charred hands
old wardrobe, the f-ck if it’s offbrand
i got so much juice, i make em say aw d-mn
and to be completely honest witcha was never livin’, forever livid
live in h-ll & i’ma cherrypicker
f-ck a chair, need chariot
buddy buddy for the clout, b-tch who asked for the charity
if she choosin’ on me, prolly f-ck my n-ggas too
she figure can tell a lie but them eyes a spell the truth
this is bigger than cuttin’ yo hair, grabbin’ a suit
tie yo tie tight as possible, yeen scared of a noose?
you lost my n-gga

[verse 2: h-ssan]
this is a fragment of creation with a crayon, cranin’ necks gone get the glam
glimpse of the plan, only glyphs, dont be glib
bobbin the quip, since the sand in my stance reminiscent of the buddha hands
benevolent, brutal-less buildin’ in dedication of rhythm
i am but a scribe, i just define my fine livin’
thats legalized trippin’, legalese only laughable but they ain’t fact
i ain’t tippin’ out the treasure chest, coffer as deep as my lungs
p-ss it down as parable, pair eye with bull, old peer tryna lackey you
lackin tryna -ss-ssinate the moat that stand before bastion
brash nets as m-ssive as mastiff you clash with
beethoven strikin’ out on bakin’ soda, chose a charlatan att-tude today
kno it kept his frontal lower
never palm n0bility, way down to shoulder, a soldier, a flimsy holster better hold ya hand
stay stoked ricky roll in the land, i puff on cord just after the chorus, roll it in
ran right, tell it take the tape after, take stock in demand dont be a minute late
dont be a minute late….dont be a minute late…

- rey morado

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