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asgf – the alley cypher session lyrics

[verse 1 (1:47): ydv]
got a confession this verse was last was minute
could only start writing once i let my past finish
my n-ggas threw me up said it’s time to smash innings
i was focused on the ball but didn’t know how to finish
i was focused on the ball didn’t know how hit
knew what i wanted to say but not how to spit
cuz the truth is my mind was clueless
confused, from all the abuse and bruises
just to look in the mirror i’d ask like who this?
said this n-gga thats looking at me
eyes full of ambition, with no clear direction, he pleads for resurrections
in order just to be happy
now i don’t intent to rap just about me
i got a couple brothers in the back as you can see
but i don’t intent to preach a fallacy
so i took a step back re-evaluate beliefs
like to preach at first you follow
you won’t see the stars if you looking down in sorrow
you can’t be god, if you don’t know who you are
so for me i had to spar, raise the bar on my self
cuz in due time
maybe you can shine
digging in your mind you can find. gold. mines!
like oh my
they spitting dope lines
mix it with the hope, the pope might co-sign
you thought it was a joke, but nope they so dope!!!
we just tryna move this music ‘cross the gold coast!!!

[verse 2 (3:32): frankie tarantino]
i swing through real smooth, money dirty like the jews
got my att-tude on ‘i cannot lose’
put all of the seven o-zs of my brain power to use
my positive energy sounds peace to you
i’m puerto rican a salsero with the footwork
i walk by shawty her tongue out like lizard
blisters, all over my hands from holding the game
f-cked around and had to put it down, what a d-mn shame
f-ck a brand name, i’ll never step out my lane trying fit the check
i see what i have to do then just do it, nothing less
i’m feeling fly like a bird when you see my name you best put some respeck
on it, or else you history like shakespeare’s sonnets
i’m bionic, move at super speeds like sonic
for the days that i was in bondage, now i’m as free as my culture degree
i’m flowing like the breeze, as high as flying trapeze rolling weed
you really talking to best indeed
g.o.d in the flesh
fresh to death like inhaling crest breath
the last ones left k!lling the game without threats
that’s it… you already know
p-ss it from my man sid to this man nics

[verse 3 (4:58): nate nics]
it’s the pill poppin’ negligent resident
inside a squadron filled with all uncredited presidents
to have or hold without a side of present unprecedents
have and holdings getting old without a crescent moon letterman
famous and settled in to run off with a settlement
n-gga, if my imagination’s racing i better win
winners losing from celebrating places i never been
tired of my procrastinatin’. hatin’ the belt again
cause i’m not a champion but, n-gga, i wanna be
cause wannabes always wanna be nics so it’s haunting me
so toss me into the quality pit as a prodigy
then posses will hear the bars that i spit and be fond of me
cause i am undoubtedly gonna start me a legacy
and i’ll spit it from a to z and k!ll all of y’all lazily
just a regular day for me
abstract is the agency
the game is awaiting me so i’ll fill up it’s vacancy
with these lyrical bullets all fancied up in their best dress
that full metal jacket’s what i’m referring; don’t test that
best stats in the compet-tion i’m best at
abstract society of general mishaps
n-gga
this is the last straw i’m eliminating your fortune
4chan my forums got you missing like foreskin
firsthand you’re witnessing the death of a horseman
4th man to take another l take caution
like, “fire fire it’s the pandemic proprietor
providing tyrants with unreliable sense of fight in ya’
you’re biting dust if you step to us we’ll do what lightning does
and light ya’ up with underhook piledrivers and uppercuts
i got a sad song in me for a sad time
this ain’t it call it depression in a bad rhyme
i got my team and all my goals to keep me going
but i’m sick and tired of all these rappers spitting that broken
bar sh-t, that in the bar sh-t
that chilling with the n-ggas and hotboxing inside your mom’s car sh-t
it’s all sh-t, your listening to it saying it’s our sh-t
it’s garbage; if rap is a silver platter that’s tarnish
and pardon profanities, mama, because i’m still nate
the son you woke up early and drove to school who was still late
the one these n-ggas never respected who can distill hate
the one who put the pen to paper opening a trill fate

[verse 4 (7:08): d-nasty]
back in the day, i was a prophet
my future was bright
nowadays i want the profit
my future’s in sight
i keep it simple whenever i write
and plus, i let you hear it whenever i’m right
i follow the g code
inhale the weed smoke
you didn’t see it coming the last time that we spoke
now its nasty hoodies, nasty hats, nasty shirts
b-tches do some nasty acts anytime that nasty flirts
my name nasty can’t say i planned it
give n-ggas the hands quick
so where’s my n-gga sandwich
never soft
but if you p-ss me off
i clear ya kidneys like you p-ssin n-gga
break into ya crib
come down ya chimney like its christmas n-gga
won’t be no presents
when i’m present
you be missing n-gga
that’ll be the day
what can i say
i’m just a gifted sinner

[outro (8:03): ydv]
the verse that i wrote is a reflection for me
cuz i can be what i want to be
believe in yourself then you say it too
i know i can do what i wanna do
yeah
so do what you wanna do!

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