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letra de null - the wiz (rapper)

[verse 1]
i heed the words of the father, faint cries of martyrs
spoke clear like conference, potsdam or yalta
rock like gibraltar, came back like choppers
your way like whoppers, wolf fang like yamcha
keep it immortal the technique is iron fist
pull a twist, like chubby checker or comics
it convicts, like when the spirit makes ya feel the guilt
or the blame that ya get when the milk gets spilt
got the world on tilt, like a flat earth conspiracy
look at what the mirror see, nothing but the heresy
lies can’t put fear in me, all natural ability
from yahweh up above, doves is my security
don’t drop the soap, or drain the bath water
the slaughter thought us all dead and never got our orders
bring camcorders to borders, and sort of cross the line
like a photo finish, 100 meters under the dime
is time making money or is money making time
if so, how many rhymes till i see my first sign
not sign like a bill or sign like a deal
but signs like a language that broken ears can’t hear
but i can feel, like punxsutawney in the hill
the ground hogs our flesh but souls forever live
if adam gave up a rib, and eve gave up the crib
then the whole wide world is surfin webs with sin
why we let him in? the bad wolf is back again
and with a house on sand, you handin him the win
think again, look to golgotha see the cross
…i got bricks to lay, he paid it off
devils? i shake em off, like swift or tick & dogs
y’all keep the sing-a-longs i’ll stick to spittin bars
like viper or a dodge we kinda different cars
but the maker is same, more fuel than all the stars

[verse 2]
it ain’t a challenge to see the act like balance
missing our allowance like a kid too violent
no more silence, they tryna hold on to our peace
like “lemme show you how to shoot, aim & squeeze”
trigger finger at ease when faced with friendly fire
lots of snakes in the gr-ss, come slither where i can find ya
i just caution to remind ya, da big man’s got a binder
and grudges leave smudges on names, the book of life has
got a lotta pages, my wages paid, no doubt
and no debt, good credit a cause to scream and shout
from the top of the mount, zion, olive or sinai
never show my face, mask on like a shy guy
and why cry, with tears that the sun dries up
when we’ve had enough, like we ate too much
and we return to dust, bring rest to the soul
i hope you make us whole, don’t get erased like

- the wiz rapper

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