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sayla - monalisa lyrics

[chorus]
yea, where ya old man be?
could i be your man? yea you bet, gladly
holla get at me while i rap this city
wrap this city while i rep this city

[verse 1: sayla]
you’re ‘bout to lose her like aaliyah, leave you for me;
a scene of messiahs and scenesters, see you post an appeal – a plea for forgiveness
in a sea of posers appeased by your scheme of scenic bullsh-t as cool sh-t
i’m on that blu sh-t, who the f-ck dares to oppose us?
my motives will implode and fold your soul in
aim high and break the sky, in this hunger games, i fly with the bow in hand
glide like a boeing can
glowing and flowing while we flamin’ out the blokes and stans
juxtapose you folks in a jam
it’s an emotional and potent potion – still a sweet revenge, no less
wanna come toe to toe to me? i consider you toe-less
i’m informal, suited up but bow less
banking on kharma, coming back for my dollars
for the applauses, overwrite the clauses ‘cause we lawless
a slave to the system but i’ve done it all, i’m ch-r–less
they know my verse like it’s the chorus
i spit what i see; i see the trees from the forest – timber

[chorus]
yea, where ya old man be?
could i be your man? yea you bet, gladly
holla get at me while i rap this city
wrap this city while i rep this city

[verse 2: yang ariff]
i’m gonna take your time, you can’t hold, get folded flow
underwater quarters breath control test
you know how with 120 lessons
undressing 1,200 advances
we could smash out the questions but quick to school one like rick the ruler
with 8 million ways to do your medulla
too hard for the radio that could ease the stress, so eat c-ssettes
but she got broken pencils and i’m able to cope
scopin’ with the chrome handle, going half on the babe, but with half on the tape
hoping to get her back and stretch her out on the table
with my best laid plans to expand and plot the city limits with hieroglyphics
no plus or minus, miss
that’s mental refinement against crime
the cool casanova all over your dime
with spare to spand but you can’t save them all
brothers might house you but i have you work it off
come back to quiet storms, quick to talk one, girl i’ll make you famous
because this mic be stainless
and i spit that 3 finger ring rap, carving names on the pavement
staying fit with crazy prophylactics; serving monalisas and causing much damage
chillin’ up with peach fuzz and waking from the reefers
speechless, from the farthest reaches
this is just a feature so don’t tempt me
kl city is nitty gritty, klang river shows no pity, so get with me

[verse 3: sayla]
light the blunt, let the high take you back
i got the record stacks that could sink a city of dames addicted to plaques
they got that motown mojo, apollo-mode yo
pull a young lauryn; turn phoenix and set fire to the dojo
come home, i’ll treat you better than the old chiefs and head honchos
come on come on, let’s play a higher game of chess
pick your brain and let the l-st the digress; digest the love-lost
they love wars, so you don’t f-ck with ‘em
they be buggin’ ‘bout being the biggest boss, but i don’t bug with ‘em
i be the good guy befriending bad guys that want to be good guys but doing it mad fly
too short for b-ball but too long for the just one time
conscious of the consequence of showering you with compliments
so i hold back, don’t let you forget
the scene’s cotton candy and i know you love throwbacks
so come back to gold, love – we on that

- sayla lyrics

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