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keralanka - rickshaw lyrics

[verse: roheezy]
northside right on time
lord’s shine, i’m divine
play off all the curses but i’m courtside, write off fines
pressin’ me like conferences, report lies while on line
wartime ordeals on the table to negotiate allure of crime
stares from frauds, but they stories fake, ignore them guys
frontin’ bout they ice but still coordinate the borderline
monkeys on display on the internet, i’m borеd of apes
but they barely know that thеy caged within the man that they can’t win against
as cancerous as cigarettes
make ‘em all stand for the assembly
then group the lines together like a stanza in a minute, it’s
fake emanc+p+te, the faith is animated
break the staff like moses didn’t have god with em
i black off venom when i’m able to ingest cash
cater to the villains with my mask off, just laugh
stand on my word, but collapse off a pair of graphs
economic models reduce existence to barely ash
use me for victory, then dispose of my kin
all that i’m good for, i’m steady with gone with the win
already off your amends, put my enemies on the brink of destruction
them keralanka boys ain’t nothing easy to f+ck with
still kickin’ it so clean even under creases and budgets
porcupine p+ssy pr+ckly, yeah she need a razor’s edge
to cut the tension in the air, finish strong like a main event
treat the p+ssy like my case, yeah it’s laid to rest
nappin’ on that ass, smack it back, and see the wave effect
she bout to get up on that surfboard
all because i’m sketching all these words, lord
them long nose liars claim they metal pop and burst doors
someone wake they daddy, grab geppetto off the dirt floor
these yesmen and okay dokes and a+okay’s
‘finna claim they carve ya block, not knowing that pinnochio was made that way
you wooden half nothing with a split log
that’s why we share a sign n’ still between us i’m a big star
no asterisks, i pass+words on with just a cl!ck, dawg
to capture it like mac’s first songs, then i’ma swim off
put it together, no jigsaw, i’m gridlocked
because the trafficking of my soul has been penned up
ya’ll wack relative to this, it’s written in+law
they drive tiny, but i’m the one riding rickshaws
[outro: old lady?]
get the f+ck out the way, you b+tch ass motherf+cker…
who do you think you are?
coming to my country…
(senseless gibberish)

- keralanka lyrics

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