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bet africa - bet fresh faces cypher 2019 lyrics

[verse 1: patfaded]
bet what’s good? slikour what’s good?
[?] no night fires, unless you like violence
when i hit you in your wide iris
when i hit you in your left eye, rip to left eye
[?] body just to get by [?]
ever seen a black guy slowly getting baptized
children of the black tier, blessed be the black fire
n-ggas about to get high, catch you by the stop sign
hopefully he’s a nice guy
you won’t have to die-die
[?] that you dead-dead
story of a demo, [?] that is ended
little bit of income, you gon’ have to spend it
mama said she’s dead broke
[?] she meant it
hungry in the winter
humbly accompany your hunger to the ripper
hopefully you’ll remember
a [?] was a client who was inclined to treat you gentler
hopefully you’ll remember the south african september

[verse 2: jayhood]
never needed anybody for anything
now this n-ggas are blowing my phone
telling me how they was there
before i got the money and all of these hoes
it’s funny ’cause n-ggas they ain’t living the life
that they busy rapping about
my compet-tion is only the man in the mirror
the f-ck is you talking about?
most of these n-ggas are weird, most of these n-ggas do it for clout
i give him a job, you get a deposit whenever you selling me out
i’ve been known for the freestyles, y’all n-ggas rap like a beat-box
got hits in a hard drive, y’all n-ggas close than a lime light
some n-ggas sleeping on me, man. it didn’t happen over-night
if you ain’t got no dstv, how you gonna catch headlines?
cloud worthy
i ain’t got time to be playing around with you lil’ n-ggas
add vega to my old name, i’m just like tommy hilfiger
got hate that’s more views on youtube
recording hits in the back room
so sick on the mic, you will never tell even if i got flu
i ain’t gotta force anything, man. everything so natural
throwing dirt on my name, but the same n-ggas ain’t capable
got n-ggas going ape sh-t, drip ice but i’m so lit
[?] the only thing i gotta learn is how to do a mic test
drop-out head, no regrets
still gotta pay school fees, n-ggas gotta pay my cheque, yeah
jay, yeah!

[verse 3: southside]
i gotta drop these prophecies, see
i gotta be the rapper you acknowledge every time you speak
see, i’m sick than your average allergies, but actually
i [?] these f-cking wannabe’s
magneto when i’m popping the x
the max ego when i’m ripping the set
the tight jeans had the jizz on her dress
she might leave feeling kind’a upset
besides me, she got twenty connects

[verse 4: loux artiste]
put your money where f-cking [?]
pen and pages
a couple of styles [?] are still trapped in incubator
rappers have got the nerve to attack me in spoken word
but my temper is never timid don’t try me, i’m flipping words
i rap about and laugh at these cats who trap on the block
to a few dudes who shoot hoops never missing a shot
og’s hoging the spot
these new n-ggas [?]
come through for the food for thought
got a soup kitchen in mind
but you wanna question us
the same cats will hit the race track
[?] no gas but still amateurs
and you ain’t got the stamina to keep it up
no second wind after one lap
you gasping for oxigen

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