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letra de radio london - the cool quest

[verse 1: the cool quest]
n-ggas be funny
p-ssy and money
only language we cling to
only things that we bring up
new york back homeboy what you thinking?
don’t get it twisted with my lyrical specifics
or the words that i utter while you mutter to be the truest
about some bullsh-t, real i produce, prolific
this sh-t homie, you’re a tourist, i live this
rebel n-ggas, ubiquitous while they stay frivolous
all over the city with this do shows in gritty locations
silly b-tches wanna know my location
no bueno, real rap raw, f-ck the radio
n-ggas always turn their heads whichever way we go
chill in houses, smell like alcohol and weed smoke
clouds my vision, but that’s all that we do
but there’s more to life than that
but f-ck it man, these basic n-ggas won’t understand

[verse 2: the cool quest]
mad n-ggas want what they can’t get
and that is respect within this rap sh-t
mad spits i’m crafting, one uppers to my last hits
blastin’ illmatic, blowin’ down loud with madness
i’m not braggin’, that’s just how i maintain
my clever mind, forever finds mega rhymes flames
like the fire that comes out of my bob marley lighter
in my boy ray’s crib, hungry ham down in harlem
bronx is what i’m reppin’, no such sh-t as half steppin’
front on me homie and you best to start preppin’ to dip
verbal clips send torpedos through your verses
and render everything you ever wrote down worthless
nervous? i don’t know what you heard kid
but i know you not to mess with me, intervene where i’m goin’
we on the come up, run up in your mama’s crib
run a 7 train, 11 n-ggas, odd figure

- the cool quest

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