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letra de new moon - xavy rusan

[intro]
ay
look

[chorus]
take it to the arm leg, leg arm, head like a quran
i roll it fat, pass to the left like a baton
i’m a son of god catchin’ these rays like san juan
what your man’s on with all this truth to stand on
i promise ’til the day that i pass, i’m on they ass
fresh painted digital dash, i’m gettin’ cash
no exaggeration, the difference be in the detail
i get it for the factory, flippin’ it for the retail
[verse 1]
i’m slidin’, block bendin’ with my shine them was on
why they always hatin’ just ‘cause my n-ggas on?
i’m ’bout to watch a game i put five figures on
keep a bad baby with me ‘cause i vibe with hеr strong
i’m moving with intention, a whole dimension from y’all boys
n-ggas got thе nerve to be short changin’ with tall boys
really doin’ sh-t that he be wishin’ he can’t
bubble jacket full of rolls, i’m like the michelin man
they at they momma crib, miserable, and splittin’ a xan
i expedite my passport and take this sh-t to j-pan
my foreign fabric sendin’ fire word, they know the fire good
flier than every resident in your entire hood
and i’m comin’ out the darkest of places, and yet i still shine
n-ggas always talkin’, we never see it in real time
peep the method
this your energy when you redirect it
laid up with your b-tch and we watchin’ movie that we directed
they ain’t gotta dig it, they will talk to me nice, though
taxin’ ‘cause they act like you regular when the price low
hop up out the coupe and the cuban put on a light show
i never follow crowds, i be movin’ ‘em like a maestro
i do the walkin’ and little talkin’, i’m busy, b-tch
all opinionated, but very few of ‘em really rich
i ain’t got the minutes for conversation ‘bout silly sh-t
they be long winded, i’m tryna get me a mille quick
[pre-chorus]
roll another dutchie, burnin’ sage inside my livin’ room
reincarnated, same pharaoh with a different tomb
roll another dutchie, burnin’ sage inside my livin’ room
reincarnated, same pharaoh with a different tomb

[chorus]
take it to the arm leg, leg arm, head like the quran
i roll it fat, pass to my left like a baton
i’m a son of god catchin’ these rays like san juan
what your man’s on with all this truth to stand on
i promise ’til the day ’til i pass, i’m on they ass
fresh painted digital dash, i’m gettin’ cash
no exaggeration, the difference be in the detail
i get it for the factory, flippin’ it for the retail
n-gga

[verse 2]
i treat the scars on my psyche like medals of war
so i inhale the petals i wasn’t smellin’ before
face to face with accountability, i dust off my do diligence
my life becomes a diagram of my internal dialogue
this the diaspora diatribe they couldn’t dilute
i died and rose to god so i’m no longer minute
i came off my street a fighter akin to ken and ryu, so i can’t be a sucker and i won’t even try to
it’s not that deep
it’s just dead for you to put it simply
‘cause you so full of sh-t that it left you empty
when they cry for attention, i crept through gently
talkin’ that gospel, like guess who sent me?
i want a five percent black tint sweatproof bently and i’m bringin’ my morals with me
that’s the best new entry
[outro]
“i believe in myself
my body is a gift and i love it
my courage is stronger than my fear
i am the great opulence of god made visible in my use right now and continuously”

i mean
may the lord forgive us, and their ancestors be with us
ah sh-t

- xavy rusan

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