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lord sko - riddles in the sand lyrics

[verse]
ayo lets get papers, and pop more with hoes up in sky scr+pers
i’m from the neigborhood overlooking the drug [capers?]
new york city, uptown sh+t we stay busy
never frontin’ i stay 100, keep the face pretty
bouta’ change history, i’ve really been at it
drving acid, now yall looking like feeling fanatic [?]
[brittany?] and madness, what i witness everyday of my life
ain’t no organized crime while they taking your life
taking your ice off the carcass and gave the chain to your wife
we’ll cuss up on the iron mic, before they train him to fight
still i’m nice with the hands, striking the pen, [cc a minus order?]
eiffel in france
but whats the price of tea in china?
redefine of what it mean to be getting flee
stay unimpressed, man your best sh+t could never threaten me
respect your effort but sh+t ain’t pressure respectfully
yo the pen is a weapon, word to [pesh?], move professionally
made of venom, y’all some of nasty, ain’t remeber
still getting brazed through the day’s when i couldn’t brace my temper
strange endeavors, might get you tossed on the flaming embers
on some player sh+t, [switching out?] my days like it’s late december
face the facts, false realities is make believe
in 2018 was sipping syrup out of maple trees
like catching crossing the harlem river, i pulled them levers [?????]
c+cking up a jackie i seen the tag can’t afford them [members??]
don’t play with the kid from uptown, thats true say
thats like trying to score a touchdown on boucher
my crew stay strapped with multipule weapons
if a motherf+cker looking over comfortable check him
with seven figures on the check, i thought it must’ve been destined
encrusted the pen, and the memories is etched in the stone
the crib is filled with velvet couches, like a 70s home
been official, swear i meant it and i’m setting this tone
flight to maimi, wine and the brandy [?]
i done came a long way from having mice in the pantry
tucking matches, they ain’t ever had a license to carry[?]
steal any b+tch you’ve ever f+cked
you know the price of her panties, for real
battle wounds turn into iron scabs [?]
your big home ain’t [paroling?], bro he wire tapped
crystal ballin’, i ain’t stuck in the past
count a buck off my consultant, plus the luxury tax
i studied the craft, i’m putting this poetry into motion
still stepping over opinions, like syringes in the open
one in a million still up in the building
got a shorty trying to f+ck, she dominican, her b+tt is brazzilian
[cheefing broccoli?], man of modern mechanics never fix what isn’t broken
but hand them off the enhancments
the damage repaired by wizardry of the higher powers
spend 30 minutes on the stage and charge them by the hour
swear i turned the pride of cowards to a spine of flowers [?]
middle of july, i’m a body sour at night with towers [?]
might check your [jaw?] on my expensive shirt
they got my name up on the list, so i could enter first
children of the corn like mace before he went to church [?]
ain’t ever waste a second gave a pen to how i went to work
went to school realeasing dubs, that tinted powder blue [?]
be loved by many, but rarley hear how they proud of you
used to get outta school, head to bowery, smell like mari fumes
and all these balconys looking out like a mountain view
truth be told throught the dirty work, keep my hands clean
three in the morning tryna make it home from grand street
big screens with my name up in flourecent lights
haters used to try to say the wouldn’t invest in hype
i met your caravan, the span of my attention tight
i barley spend a dollar on a b+tch, she tryna spend the night
[outro]
haha, yeah
newport lord reporting live once again man, you know what it is
this uptown sh+t, man
sup, haha

you know who i am, though, anyway, you know the king of what?
the king of styyyle

- lord sko lyrics

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