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letra de god tier - sensei d.

[intro: vega7 the ronin]
yo, look

[verso: vega7 the ronin]
got all this power like putin, vega vladimir
i’ma get a lot of angry stares like lebron
when he left from the cavaliers
looks can k!ll, this ice grill uh make a statue appear
’cause i bet if i looked medusa dead in the eyes, it uh be her last stare
got ya b-tch eyeballing me like i was tyson beckford in cashmere
i can count ya days and see ya life expectancy in this glass sphere
turn the track to a crime scene with it, i got these rappers scared
they gon’ have to bring out the tape like i’m larenz tate with a cashier
n-gga, wack where? this sh-t uh candle melt the wax in ya ear
and then raise the heat up to the maximum it can bear
sh-t, you can ask shamir, i be hunting rappers down like i’m tracking deer
ya blood on my camo jacket get smeared
another jack rabbit in the snare
i cut you off in the literal sense, yeah, the consequences is that severe
got way too many nas’ in belly, ’cause y’all just act sincere
n-ggas always want smoke, but they ain’t got no matches to spare
so i’ma leave an electric vape cloud
when ya soul disperse to the atmosphere
i chose rap as a career back when dmx
was rocking the chin strap beard
and i heard the scratches from premier
the man with the bandana gear covered up, this is what the bandits wear
i’ma rob ya train like red dead redemption, bullet bandolier
vega ain’t never been no fan of theirs
of n-ggas who reached they ceiling
and now they just tryna hang with whatever is lit
but it’s clear you a chandelier
f-ck the pressure, mamba mentality, i got my plan prepared
get five rings from this b-tch when i’m done, i’ma look like a planeteer
(sh-t) that last knight never made it back from the dragons lair
the sky get blood red when i’m talking, the sh-t look like dathomir
crack ya spinal like i’m goldberg, get hit with a tackle spear
this sh-t turn madison square, where them tables, ladders and chairs?
yeah, swear i’m bout to have me a nasa year
always a n-gga sitting in the cabin chair
talking ’bout how the aircraft should be steered
there’s only one captain here, and it ain’t you
we can subtract from there
so eat ya pretzels til’ the runway traffic clear, i’m rare

- sensei d

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