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letra de tags at the moma - skyzoo

[intro]
you know, there’s a term that goes around and the term is [?]
i know you’re familiar with the term and the way to term was explained to me, when i first started writing, was to be uh, up
you know, basically on all lines or as many lines as humanly possible
(one-two, somebody make some noise out there)

[verse 1]
uh, one-two though
backpack rapper with a call log like pluto’s
biggest in my planet but still carving a loophole
they tryna dwarf you for hood, goin’ where you go
i throw you a line, you know it’s twofold
you say you got it the first time, that’s all [?]
lift you up out of love like this was judo
i’m big worm, watching you count while knowing who’s homе
your faith had forced [?] of a warning
and they lay down and turn a new lеaf like they was juno
tellin’ you if you in then they in, kudos
the l in they page can make ’em change where they suit go
and i’m on the side talking that you know
that you know you one of those one of ones with the duos
which have you payin’ gentrified rent prices with euros
where they load the trunk and transported it to turo
the wonderful world of young scholar
who forty-two but a groove like twenty-fivers
with tragedy khadafis from the lobby, has the riders
and some war report cover for who wanna un-alive us
countless tenement floors that keep you grounded
when he say it’s best to play corners to get around sh-t
gps, said on the loose leaf, who wan’t come with me
my skate route could be waged out in [?]
[chorus]
so, would you tag up inside of the moma
add history to history, divide up the quota
for [?], how you see it, leave it how you leave it
’til somebody repeat it and they dyin’ to notice

[verse 2]
yeah, my cartoon years was in the [?]
which turned to watching d rocking biggie from my steps
which turned to lb flags in my new friend sweats
lex coup, beamers and benz getting [?] neck
what’s the signs? i’m a brooklyn and south side alliance
where it’s co-defendants, co-signs of consignment
i’m talkin’ farmer and the deli around the corner lines
i’m talkin’ fast break with the orange sign
more than a writer, i’m the definition of us
master sketch, lord of pen on you doubles
more than a tape legend, homie and scholar
more than a ghost [?], i’m a scriber
the jailin’ [?] into creating couplets
f-ck it, if money talks, the whole world ’bout to pay in duffels
see, i’m a lyricist’s hope, i’m not his pipe dream
so when they think of a goat, i’m what the hype means
the light beams and it finds you in the sky blue
’cause god’s tent makes logical sense
don’t follow me, young, and follow my prince, i’m not a role model
well a little bit, i’m black panthers and gold bottles
the irony of what we want and what we need
is only gon’ have to be explained to the elohim
my jury’s still on, as well as my beret
and the scheme gon’ be at least twenty cans a day
[chorus]
’cause it’s like, would you tag up inside of the moma
add history to history, divide up the quota
throw a piece, how you see it, leave it how you leave it
’til somebody repeat it and they dyin’ to notice, yeah

[outro]
-spray painting-
do you have a procedure?
a procedure? yeah
[?]
nah, it didn’t matter, any open sp-ce

- skyzoo

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