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letra de imagine tomorrow - tomorrow kings

[verse 1: malakh el]
fresh out a slave state of mind refined and unfrightened
i’m a beast over beats like vampires and lycans
put “pause”(paws) on that braggadocio
this is showdown at high noon
consume the el’s the sherrif at this rodeo
mufasa of pride rock rockin’, huntin’ hyenas
hip hop hipsters with a flow as fluid as awkwafina
cause i’m ‘oh, so serious’. i just hope you listenin’
while we be play-in position like video game systems
my role is to free souls
but sometime in the 80’s, the powers that be been don’ put in the cheat code
i throw punches in bunches like roy jones
and clones tryna destroy home, sherlock
with babies slain in the street, n0body screams murda
you’re too collective use to rappers that you never heard of
try to take out the conscious emcee so we scream “word up”
into the atmosphere that trapped us until el heard us
i got a divine swag to my step nowadays
as my stream of thought transforms into tidal waves
each breath a clean step to the level next
using cultivated intellect through this man made earth maze
street sweet flow with angles of observation
bullet time rhyme, breaker 1-9 design
galaxy is mine ’till the stars cease to align
you reach in your rhymes, i reach in my mind, who draws quicker?
jean michel glow always drew the bigger picture
my species appears to be a society of grifters
and i hope that my sobriety delivers
with a twist, i give you a gist, and uplift those goin’ through tough sh-t
[chorus: sense one]
mark cassettes up with caution, stretch tapes like sick walkmans
you a dead man trying to call shots like charles darwin
when the game’s morphing, hard knock like annie orphan
you should take what you could get like sellouts with no auctions
mark cassettes up with caution, stretch tapes like sick walkmans
you a dead man trying to call shots like charles darwin
when the game’s morphing, hard knock like annie orphan
you should take what you could get like sellouts with no auctions

[verse 2: wizard jenkins the great]
it ain’t ‘94, n-gga, we can’t go back
4/4 boom bap flow, it’s the same old cr-p
4-5 .9 milli walking the lamo trap
cliché he say-she say, i been there, black
done that, i’m sick of this sh-t, i need something new
cure of hagakure, new wave of sun tzu
paul mooney, dave chappelle, george carlin too
coltrain, thelonious brain, dizzie davis, blakey roaches smokin’, dukes
counting futuristic frames from mahavishnu orchestras
cadillac chess games
t.k. mind frame is a linux mainframe
musical rubix cube-oshe-hood –boys-bomb-squad-spray
it seems like today is a very odd ball day
n-ggas with loot for throwback shoes trying to ball play
singing varsity blues, roster cuts in the hallway
we coaching the new school with suicide drills all day
yall keep failing the class ‘cause you ain’t learn the lesson
thirty-year-old demo n-ggas is still rapping but you ain’t plan for the obsolescence
we got a suggestion
[chorus: sense one]
mark cassettes up with caution, stretch tapes like sick walkmans
you a dead man trying to call shots like charles darwin
when the game’s morphing, hard knock like annie orphan
you should take what you could get like sellouts with no auctions
mark cassettes up with caution, stretch tapes like sick walkmans
you a dead man trying to call shots like charles darwin
when the game’s morphing, hard knock like annie orphan
you should take what you could get like sellouts with no auctions

[verse 3: g7]
materialize on the wall of the buddha
been so long since i’ve seen such degenerate devolution with my own eyes
shocking ad hocking for boogie popping
the djs play gibberish and they skip to it laws of entropy limitless
it’s dark and i wish i had a light saber
so i could stab it in the chest of mark fulla flavor
a perpetrator of broken records
a hum dum of drum collages
call me the maharishi with a trance that slams monotony when i meditate
bahamadia beautiful but her sk!ll is a skeleton in the eyes of the future
from the perspective of a king from 2099 backtracking to 2009 but it looks like 1999
and to them i’m divine like cortez to my aztec neighbors
my helmet soaked in starfleet lasers
drizzy drake and ang see me as sp-ce invaders
and that’s fine
i’m cursed to be an innovator from the sins of the bloodline of my grandfather
stab with sharpened clay ancient potters
[chorus: sense one]
mark cassettes up with caution, stretch tapes like sick walkmans
you a dead man trying to call shots like charles darwin
when the game’s morphing, hard knock like annie orphan
you should take what you could get like sellouts with no auctions

- tomorrow kings

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