letra de the lost knife of a hunter - vega7 the ronin
[hook:]
they say the hunter who lost his knife don’t eat
and the ears pick up frequencies the eyes don’t see
agreed…
they keep inquiring what that price gon be?
not free
n-gga, this life chose me
[verse:]
the road to riches packed with motor traffic
i been nice since winter recess cims books and homework packets
vega be known for spazzing
they can tell the patterns off the flow was mastered by the gold fabric that’s on his obi sashes
my foe contracted a coded virus in a scroll of papyrus the moment the staff of ya pagoda tried to go to grasp it
you remove the rope that was fastened…
then quote the caption…
and then it coats ya nose passage and ya left lung covid collapses
they woke to you frozen on a cold mattress
next day send roses at ya address… my condolences for your passing
i sketch semtex explosive fragments
so the notes i closely crafted..
known to cause havoc like it was rdx molded plastic
yea this is dojo practice
the redbone was doja cat ratchet
terracotta soldier you’s a doja at this
they got me trending like when doge was active
the ink inside this pen done splashed corrosive acid like komodo dragons
be pulling strings like a folk classic
the ralph lauren with the rugby logo patches rocked under the polo jacket
i burn ya whole notebook with some sulphur coated matches
then toast them raps you wrote to soda ashes… f—–
i’m lookin like the goat, a total package
you sole-detachment on bo jacksons inside of a goat postal package
i chalk up phil jackson coaching tactics
ya’ll n-ggas travel like a coach cabin when the captain spoke of smoking habits
proud of my bro for snapping
mts music navy passat ready to drop reminisce when he copped that volkswagen
the focus and the passion from book$ and tillz my whole faction
cloak and dagger fashion…
if looks could k!ll… i’m a colt magnum
yea certain sh-t is just supposed to happen
i flip these words like tony atlas
hack the laptop for remote access
my feet trek a holy road in damascus
sat up in a throne in athens at the ruins posted like a roman catholic
[hook:]
they say the hunter who lost his knife don’t eat
and the ears pick up frequencies the eyes don’t see
agreed…
they keep inquiring what that price gon be?
not free
n-gga, this life chose me
letras aleatórias
- letra de justice - mrs.peach
- letra de nightmares - temkka goole
- letra de drum - eva parmakova
- letra de how wrong you are - boston spaceships
- letra de plans - meo
- letra de headlock - javale mcgee
- letra de diss like - poetic mind
- letra de antiquity - crescenda
- letra de change - coolguy smg
- letra de madrid - juan antonio canta