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letra de nightwalker - xycotix

[verse 1]
i’m comin’ out the dark with a dart
ya’ better dart ’cause i’m still lettin’ off
got it c-cked i rock drop bombs
saddam on the page
don’t play yo’ name no weight
overrate all the same
second rate met your fate
as i detonate ya’-
step to me i’ll have ya’ heart racin’
this destiny child ya’ beyond savin’ (beyoncé)
and i’m still showin’ how to flow
these sirens gettin’ me violent
i’m dialed in smilin’ as i’m writin’
to the top i’m climbin’
and grindin’ til i’m shinin’
see you’re declinin’ like your card
man they’re partisan herе’s an olive branch to the audiencе
who is always on my nuts ’bout my accent huh (go)
[verse 2]
poverty stricken drug addiction affliction
it was hard to envision
me makin it outta prison
better days i was wishin’
i had to make the right decision
to be in this position
gotta be militant vigilant
diligent even as a civilian
i’m serious ‘cah
the wrong code in the wrong zone
even if you’re not road out your throat
will have you poked
if you try to run they’ll do the chase
you better be able to keep that pace
a bad situation is all takes
you lack and now you’re put in a grave
or they violate right to your face
take a snap and leave you filled with shame (shame)
so we clutch on blades ‘cah we’re afraid
everyone has one so i do the same
if i’m goin’ out late it’s on my waist
if someone starin’ i’ll look away
but if you try and press it’s out to play
i’ll always try deescalate
the only aim is to feel that im safe
i’d risk jakes than gettin’ maimed
just tryna explain what goes through our brains
look it’s not hard or that i can’t (can’t)
i could easily blast apart the charts quite fast
make a mark no chance i can’t
i’m a shark i’m sharp
horse before the cart
you’ve made me start
we worlds apart
accent discard
i still bombard
it’s just not how i prefer my art
but if you’re gonna (what)
rip it in half
when i put in my heart
i’ll go on the beat and prove i outclass
i’m not lettin’ them breathe it’s now a graveyard
i’ve got scotland yard now chasin’ my -rs-
and chargin’ me with grievous harm
for takin’ mcs and f-ckin em up
[verse 3]
to the top i’m climbin’
and grindin’ til i’m shinin’
i’m desigin’ your pine box
these words fightin’ he-rs-s ridin’
i been bidin’ my time to trump with the pen
gotta bomber over head
’cause my bars go over heads
and i drop mics in the flesh
and yo’ bar racks just got wrecked
i’m presidential with the lead
the reaper come to collect
that debt plus my interest
it’s an on-goin’ expense
a mental toll to your soul
atone ’cause y’know
i’m the goat and to boast
’bout those phonies
who are so far below me
so i treat ’em like hoes – sofa, blow me

- xycotix

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