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letra de i got your back - wreck records

wreck records ft. nightbreed – “i got your back”
[emcee(s): oddbrawl the lyrical juggernaut (aka kev) and k.a. the verbal swordsman]
[producer(s): charlemagne]

[intro: sample quote from the godfather part iii (1974)]
michael corleone: just when i thought i was out, they pull me back in

[hook: oddbrawl the lyrical juggernaut (aka kev) and k.a. the verbal swordsman] (x2)
[oddbrawl the lyrical juggernaut (aka kev)]
i got your back
[k.a. the verbal swordsman]
got yours. shots is poured
around-the-way beef, worldwide wars. biters
get bagged, we gain ground iron-clad
enemies surrender, wave the white flag

[verse 1: oddbrawl the lyrical juggernaut (aka kev)]
no surrender, no retreat (no retreat), but word to those
that creep hand-to-heat. me and my peeps played for keeps
on the streets, keep the chrome (keep the chrome) around the way and far
from home. on my own, got the sh-t to crack your dome
so y’all foes trying to rush, face caught flush
nickel 9, i’ll bust. -sses turn
to ashes, dust to dusk to dawn, we get it on
we’re gone, took it from the corner that warned ya
next step for those who slept is the foreign non-b’s that
play no more, no longer delaying the war, blazing
your door—-ss better be playing the floor
tec-9 on some blind sh-t (on some blind sh-t)—f-ck who’s behind
and ricochet off a flower pot, leave you and your moms hit

[hook: oddbrawl the lyrical juggernaut (aka kev) and k.a. the verbal swordsman]
[oddbrawl the lyrical juggernaut (aka kev)]
i got your back
[k.a. the verbal swordsman]
got yours. shots is poured
around-the-way beef, worldwide wars. biters
get bagged, we gain ground iron-clad
enemies surrender, wave the white flag

[verse 2: k.a. the verbal swordsman]
it be
the technician—name given ‘cause i be tec-spitting
moving-target-hitting, accurate precision. thugs
bearing their ugly heads—duck down, they couldn’t faze that
not fashion, but photograph, now they know your staff
do the math in daze. baby on your -ss
kick in your door, now you’re rushing to flush the raw
too late. get on the floor, could spark the four-four
make a decision [?] tried to act a fool
got sh-t armed and up before they shackled me (they made)
(a spectacle), kicking trash receptacles into the t-st-cl-s
[?] you would’ve said, “act professional.” took to
the station, cell-pacing, heart racing
still basing, join a nation, a dark day is what you’re facing

[verse 3: oddbrawl the lyrical juggernaut (aka kev)]
together on this quest, holding me down like smith
and wess’, enemy’s taking a bullet to his chest
suggest if you ain’t got the same frame of mind
walk a straighter line, it could save the times
long as it keeps ticking, i’m loading up these clips in
for slips of the lips and enemies—listen, we’re here
to pop with a glock, ready to rock, ready to drop hints
to go against nightbreed, might bleed
we’re flipping

[interlude: k.a. the verbal swordsman]
(we’re straight like) death and dollars, death and dollars

[verse 4: k.a. the verbal swordsman]
death and dollars go hand-in-hand in this land of corruption
enemies i stay busting, now cops’ll say nothing
life’s hard. living on the brink of beef, i don’t think, move on instinct
prove this battleship’s hard to sink. y’all n-ggas
plummet. we gon’ come with the slum sh-t
n.b.’s’ll be around long as our name’s on our stomach

- wreck records

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