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letra de canser - shadow the great

[intro: charles manson & shadow the great]
i don’t wanna take my time going to work, i got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag and ten or fifteen girls. what the h-ll i wanna go off into — and go to work for? work for what? money? i got all the money in the world. i’m the king, man. i run the underworld, guy. i decide who does what and where they do it at. what am i gonna run around like i’m some teeny bopper somewhere for somebody else’s money? i make the money man, i roll the nickels. the game is mine. i deal the cards

[verse 1: shadow the great & frank castle]
uh, yo, brain p-ss religion, have me focus on the mission
of murdering compet-tion with these rolled up composition books
loaf gang, we go ‘sane, we make kirk, no ‘bane
while sipping that propane, we eatin’ shrimp, lo mein
no khaki pants to connects, what are we gonna do next?
you better watch your granny ‘fore she give the whole crew neck
roll from the medulla, no, can’t get no cooler
posted up with kaliie barbage down in the hula-hoop, wait
from my perspective, i’m feeling like y’all ain’t get the message
my comments all think that being a coward’s not subjective
catch me b-mping black moon, oso on the side of me
faded off some bad shrooms, thought i won the lottery
honestly, this democracy’s gotta be somethin’ pocrate
consciously, this equality’s commonly labeled irony
and probably, this economy logically is so cowardly
probably ’cause the prophecies mainly based on equality (ayy)
intellect minds will understand my theory
simple-minded loners, listen close so you can hear me
don’t ever disrespect when you in the presence next to me
tribe called loaf, loaf to the death of me

[verse 2: frank castle]
sometimes i be spitting razor blades with a downgrade
a jack of all trades, watch as i evade your membrane
with ill lyrics coursing through your veins
yippee-ki-yayin’ a motherf-cker like john mcclane
and stay sane, i’m cavvy in the loaf like meat
so put him in a choke-hold with lyricism that’s too dope
religious scrolls written in deadly venom with the tip of my quill
these n-gg-s bargain without a license to k!ll
being real, chapping and busting your gun to survive
doesn’t give you a p-ss for your wack -ss rhymes
’cause this an art form, with sk!lls in the culture
eating like vultures, swinging boulders
trying to keep the status quota
cut up on all them with reflections of a cobra
the flow is a mixture of cocaine and baking soda
quit the drill, the holster for my mental capacity is blasphemy
thinking you could last for me
theoretically or rationally, i’m an anomaly
probably the last from the sea
a praying mantis, with lyrical parasites and flesh-eating disease
amputee, your mind famish, you’re a flame in the streets

[verse 3: oso dope]
ayo, i right-left, i bi-step
two years to till i end up
with ten bucks i can rap
school of the unknown arts
[?] no cheers
i’m scrambling for survival
the soul is taken from vinyl
it rest upon my arrival
[?]
time is never on my time, i’m inst-tutionalized
celebrate, i reside
…

- shadow the great

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