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letra de welcome home my dearie - stratège & cobna

[intro: the narcicyst]
yo

[verse 1: the narcicyst]
i’m striving to survive with fives and 10s
85 spent religion divides
repent, time to change like dimes and cents
if you made any
no pennies dense hence we slay plenty
flukes choose to play many
vain games, the rain is came
in the name of dough, pharaohs in this vanity shot
or plan to see the profits split like christianity
ditching jesus for cavalries and crusades, and atom bombs
follow strong paths and choose wrong lanes, who sayin’ like saddam
a loose range clutches with talons, shredding my culture’s imbalance
with ruptures of destructive paper flow no knowledge of its origin
who clutch a brush with the suction of modern-day [?]
on how to slide a day, god and the martyrs’ way
a nine-to-five with money is the finest live, refinalized
like confiding minds to find an embodied wall of tithes
i called it lies with children dying, building rhymes for stocks that reach high
an uncivilization, an akhi streetwise

[chorus: stratège]
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[verse 2: cobna]
[?]

[chorus: stratège]
[?]

[verse 3: loe pesci]
yo, my crew’s unseen like mayors who hand change
to homeless men as electable campaigns
with contracts on last names
cold city flow’s cold reign
ice storms i stand glazed, rainy days heights of the skies peoples fight to survive
everyday it’s the d-mn same proportion life on my size
strain but can’t complain, spiteful at times, train of thought deranged
foraging papers to banks, money evolution is pocket change
life is secondary, seems the main objective is profit range
you’re defined by how you look and sound? there’s ups and downs like stock exchange
got more whips than m-s-ch-sts, some can’t afford a jalopy frame
some take what they can’t make themself, for your endless money that falls with fame
and they the ones who out to stick you like exterior hockey games
my system drained of currency, governments run and fund the lottery
riches ain’t hard to obtain, my fam’s divine like aristocracy
greed and envy that’s an ugly couple like dharma and greg
peaceful hearts are stained for life as corpses parted from heads
fall for the 13th floor, toss and be charmingly fed
to the devil’s army of dead, drugs hip hop comedy s-x
streets are visions we both haunt the studios’ takes and steal the misses
show love to sleeping spirits on beats delivered at the speed of lyrics
[chorus: stratège]
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- stratege cobna

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