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letra de pound cake - sbyb

[verse 1: 61sm21]
uh uh
it was a friday night
walking down the street only streetlights in my sight
headphones on, place all i’ve known since i was born
the moon shone, i was lost in my music as i moved on
out the immersing shadows emerges i see a group wearing blue
i’m wearing green- contrasting scenes although one side has a crew
they obviously drinking – their shoes covered in spew
“keep looking ahead bid your aggressions adieu”
stressing in my head i don’t want no trouble
i already knew how the ways of a sectrian scuffle
realising my presence they sing songs about our struggle
boats of their oppression i remember our reb-ttal
i pray not to buckle
i remember this whole town used to be rubble
they shout “remember when your people bled”
“your club’s dead” i reply
i pray to the sky i’ll leave this place alive
ice cold silence like the ice cold night
looking like giants i’m the rabbit in the headlights
soon at my feet now we’re both lit by the skylight
f-ck the tyrants they never bled through the blight
the fat c-nts head in my sights i’m not puttin up with any of this sh-te
my eyes are bright, filled with might soon they’ll know our people fight
hackles rise, fists are up
whack! severe pain searing from my wrist
fat c-nt is floored think he understood the gist
now they weren’t playing around
now they were fighting for their crown
but i was never gonna sit down
not until i’m in a mound
a lunge to the stomach no time to react
not until i realised that i had just been stabbed
fist flying towards my face i can hear the b-st-rd laugh
the shaft still protruding from my stomach “that b-st-rd can kiss my -ss”
adrenaline got me g-ssed i took the blow easily
you’re never going to get me down certainly not that easily
theyre all weak all their punches are measly
so i kick the stabbers b-lls let him know vehemently
statement of intent now how was i gonna conclude?
nothing left for me to do i left another with a hook and i ran and flew
escaping from the zoo for their pride they all jumped in a coup
scared of the green and white laughing at the red and blue
hot pursuit i know i’m gonna get caught
so i skid into the nearest short
away from the c-nts they called mission abort
finally finish “beat rhymes and life” as i finish sprinting home
and the last thing i heard was the ambulance dial tone

[verse 2: bigbabygoat]
sitting in my room
clean and well-groomed
cavs bout to get swept
somebody get the broom
shoot sharp lyrics from my brain like curry
its nowhere to hide
y’all better hurry
i ball like klay thomp or kd
yall some busts like smush or kwame
stacks of money green, i ain’t talking draymond
all matted lambo darker than akon
still well protected like chris and state farm
d-mn, no more rings in la
d-mn, got more chips in the bay
d-mn, bigbaby came to slay
and he did, and he sick wit his
but he still bout his bizness
mind your own
can i get a witness?
no clones
i’m eating fried catfish
with no bones
i’m home in the zone
if you wanna holla
please don’t call my phone
i greet y’all with peace and shalom
eating chocolate ice cream cones
still i’m gangsta like al capone
bruh i’m gone…

[bridge}
cake
cake cake cake
cake

[verse 3: the prxphet]
people say my mind may be more dangerous then a weapon
makes sense, regarding the hate that i’m getting
people think i’ll go to your wedding and attack you
well, in your opinion, i guess that’s true
now people think that i’m bad and i can’t rhyme
i’m not trying to, i’m trying to strap a landmine
onto your face, but incase of emergency stand by
because people say that i can’t spit a dang line
but mankind made me afraid to say what’s on my mind
so if you’re afraid of me dissing the society
you’re wishing you haven’t listened, don’t lie to me
when you consciously pop at the mouth, you get a glock
to the lips, and now you’ll get hit with my shots
until then, i’m a criminal and i’ll still k!ll
using lyrics, when you hear it you will say i’m ill

[verse 4: liiight]
let them eat cake
had to do it for my brothers
let me be great
i been sleeping without covers
or a mattress for that matter
three hours then i’m back up chasing batter
whip or swing
i wish on dreams
that things weren’t as they seemed
that things held at the seams
that n-body made it a scene
but of course they acted out and busted out the big screen
wearing a pair of ripped jeans
speaking on true realities
and i just here hoping you notice how i flipped that so casually
no slack i’m never giving in
go win for win until i’m serving like it’s wimbledon
the ace up my sleeve is love like loose doves
bringing my ultralight beams down from above
this beat is just a trial and i’m oj with tight gloves
shootout to michael too
leading a war against my demons just like michael do
the demons versus the angels that’s a family feud
i just want to be thankful for everything like granny do
i wanna have my cake and eat the whole thing too
ugh
them vertical lines can see that you flatline
dollar signs over head can lead to short lives
shooting at your bucket hope you ducking before dump time
all the while i’m chasing pennies had to make my copper ductile
and a n-gg- tryna make it to that marble cake
throw all that cake on my grandma good china plates
ugh

- sbyb

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