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letra de kenny powers - roqy tyraid

[tyraid]
i am your hendrix! i am your hendrix!!
(you are the guitar!!)

the beat is my fire!

da da da daaa nanananananaaa x3

uh uh uh uh.. uh uh

sire is my t-tle, i require you to kneel/
outshined is how you’re liable to feel/
rival artists’ desire for survival’s unfulfilled/
as far as cyphers, i’m the rhymin’ darker, fire marshall bill, it’s why i am offered deals/
‘tho subsequently “turn down services”/
like hotel custodial servants that’s slavin over minimal wage with work permits/
you’ve never heard of this sort of malnourishment, unbridled fervor/
circ-mventing deterrents, impervious i’m determined to/
turn my honda accord to bahama resorts/
perpetually spending checks on apartment property’s not for me, boy!/
watch for decoys!! hip hop, they exploit, it’s got me annoyed!!/
your art is a poor and obvious choice, not to be coy!! but uh/
they can’t stand it, i’m a d-mn savage/
i get it crackin’ like the whip on “vwananaaaaaaa, jack bandit”/
crash landed on a planet full of rachets/
where the alpha males are branded by their swagger/
generic tats and status as a rapper/
their lackin’ of romantic interaction, a sacrilege to african diaspora/
same clichés as usual, you “emcee’s of the hour” are pathetically delusional.. kenny f-ckin powers!! /
you dudes isn’t nice/
my flow’s a dirtier f-kushima pipes, you ain’t a shooter, you’re the studious type/
how you provin’ you’re accruing gratuitous loot/
for “movin’ the white” at a lucrative price/
or “screwin’ a slew of groupies as fly as a stewardess’ life”/
“fake it ’til you make it” ‘s stupid advice, you losers can kiss my gluteus, twice!!/
average joe, cap over my nappy fro!!/
you rappers are like c-sserole’s. i’m famished, so you have to go!!/
if you’re a rapper (let it go!)/
“my style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable”/
i’m back spinnin’ on a bed of coals!!/
pain and anger, disdain and danger.as gifted as a baby’s manger/
naturalist on the mic, i should’ve became an anchor/
my scar’s prevalent/
should be chillin in a spa, with a cigar, watchin’ tv like “c’mon pelican!” (okay!) /
i’m.. sick as the floor in the medical ward/
swingin’ the general’s sword, no sense in defending your fort/
the h-ll did you tell to conform and bare no intelligent form?/
i’ll never neglect my supporter’s mental development for a check! /
welcome to jumanji.. lions, tigers, and snakes/
the deeper i get in this music biz, the higher the stakes/

- roqy tyraid

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