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letra de since c.a.y.a. - shabazz palaces

[intro]
you know it’s real
poppin’ a pill
thanks for the pill
ice on the scales
nights with the grills
[?]
[?]
flights for the girls
black night, black knight
knights of the veil
[?]

[verse 1]
they tails rattle, but they fail in battle
i pop jail shout outs while i bail seattle
i hear they chatter but to me it ain’t matter
i’m off some stamped p-ssport with some cake batter, get madder
of course i’ve bagged it, there’s sadder and badder
he’s the former, i’m the latter
he got to buy all the things they write about me, me?
when i came out man, i already had it
i’m in the back of g [?]
tell me the sign when it’s bout to get hot
these is town n-gg-s, i’m thinking why not
you frills my ropes, you don’t wanna knock
i practice in blackness when macking my flows
this what an african n-gg- gon’ know
like gule, and sabe, and [?]
[?]
the usual, pimped [?]
casablanca with yeezys on my feet
let me now shout out ec and dp
since c.a.y.a. i flowed the fly way
she knew the feeling, she on the highway
from my hood, if he was flyer and wanted to skyway
shout out ej, cjkj
each and e’ry day, for me’s a pay day
he ain’t filthy, no word gymnastics
that’s old english, dipped in plastic
deliver spastic in the [?] last peaks
[?] systems [?] on fleek
that’s rich, i just pee-peed your sheen
i bop with a limp, pop a [?]
i’ve been in a trench, i get out the pinch
you can’t see still i’m the best?
for styles i invented, don’t start to print it
hoes start the green, i’m in motion
you’re all in contempt
lost in these streets is now lost in the beat
man, i can’t even remember my last tweet
[?]
your swag, beat, that’s me
this one i’m with like mango l-ssi
whoosh off her feet, it’s a fast week
sprawled out, looked like gold and [?]
we touching the green, now she fast asleep
but i’m still a jiggy on this beat
???

[verse 2]
i got diamonds on my flow
even better, make it [?]
i’m watching, you know it’s soft
flowing out they bars
i see it, sell out the crowds [?]
if you mind, dear, at the moon

this is why, i ride the waves
i got quazarz on my blood
filthy brains and laser parts
we could do it in the dark

i see the sell outs, clowns, goons
staring empty minded at the full moon
ever waiting
this is why, i freed the slaves

[warped spoken word outro]

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