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letra de when the highest listens... - the tribe akashic

[intro: hxrú]
yo

[verse 1: hxrú]
yo yeah my only question is who is winning the race?
if i’m the last one left but forget my place
slipping in pace, d-mn am i really that great?
the whole crowd better duck if the chick is at stake
just give me the cake
for now just let the candles burn
sun dial hands are turnt long before the man return
see them plan the earth far from when the land was learned
no telling what this man will earn before i’m in that mantel urn
this ain’t nothing but the blinking of my inner eye
the undeserved they learn the song i’m singing when i’m in disguise
birds unaware we heard teaching lessons to the wise
we been going through sh-t like kitty pryde
my compet-tion ain’t never been equal
just a bunch of coatriding irrelevant people
i seen them playing both sides prepare for the sequel
and now they cool with the natives like revenant leo
n-ggas stick to adlibbing like they michael bivins
i’m known as the culture’s hope and i wrote this with high precision
i had to hold my train of thought cause’ my mind was missing
later cops only train in dark when the highest listens

[verse 2: tae]
quick to get a n-gga double cross like am i a christian?
got your vixon hanging on my wood like a christ depiction
fitting the right descripiton might have missdomain a n-gga dead raining after the dying n-gga you not a blitzen
yo i’m marcus garvey with the mind desire just a supermarketing crypto currency’s for the gods
ready or not for when i clear the garage
check the score room a few g’s is in it for prize
i’m maintaining every hand i was dealt don’t get your card pulled
n-ggas spray the can if you test like it was art school
you better pray the leg yo death ain’t match yo chest
pay your respect so lay in the miss left in your carpool (n-gga)

[verse 3: caine falco]
and they really got yo back like a bar stool
n-ggas always end up looking lame after they start cool
don’t ever let them string you up like guitar tuners
bet these n-ggas still don’t want no smoke when the jar full
i’m the sh-t just like my diaper splitting
stand up n-gga but now they sitting like it’s life in prison
watch me write each sentence with the right precision
pots and pans got my hands all dirty like the sprite he sippin’
cooking up i shoot the booth up just like my kitchen
watch me drip with all his viper venom
flexing like a phantom but you know they really chrysler whip it in em
shining on em it’s raining money my vipers missing
wipe me down with baby wipes no messy sh-t cause wifey spittin’
and i’m tripping cause i didn’t even notice
she addicted to a n-gga now you know she need to focus
she need a fix like i’m the reason this b-tch is broken
trying to get another hit like she keep digging through my roaches (they ain’t even know)

- the tribe akashic

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