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shwabadi - ragnarok cypher, pt. 1 lyrics

[verse 1: lu bu (callon b)]
i hear a whole lotta talking, but y’all ain’t saying nothing
when i spark it, i’m blazing all of elaysium, look
lead arsonist, cold as steve austin, it’s
past peace offerings, brass defeats prophecy, uh
thieves among honor reek of debauchery
gods that seem ornery, that’s elite larceny, yuh
top liege, i’m moving at mach speed
and you on your a game, but you are just not b
now skip to my lu bu isn’t amused
got a militant view, no piligence due
skyline tore it in two, i swear
caught in a dead stare, i pull up the red hare
hold your horses, these ain’t no regular norseman
onе bad apple in this angry orchard
wrong pass at ’em and we stack thе corpses
die from my boredom, this rigor mortis

[verse 2: adam (jhbboss)]
uh, made in the image of the most high with both eyes
i can see the serpents move in no time
my team is some animals, want smoke, for sure they gon’ slide
life go flash before your eyes, and then the fist gon’ hit, that leave you froze in time
can’t compete with complex strategies or match my likeness
up my heat, ain’t changing the degree i just been striking
see no defeat, i’m standing ten toes, and they don’t like this
stepping up is priceless, you just tryna show defiance
couldn’t write this, you know you not like this, bow down to the righteous
i’m your highness, just off my diviness i could leave ’em lifeless
they gon’ try me like i’m sweet, boy, this a fruit you can not bite in
too forbidden, listen to the serpent, time to say goodbye then
one hit turn his brain to smithereens, thoughts to bits of atom
it don’t matter, get it anyway, this holy piece’ll blast ’em
anything that you can do did on levels you can’t fathom
realize, send bro to afterlife for tryna mess with adam, jit
[verse 3: kojiro sasaki (shwabadi)]
hold up, maybe the greatest loser to ever die
step aside, y’all shoulda never give me a second life
running simulations for days, my failure is weaponised
if god is king, then i’m ready set for the regicide
it’s genocide on heaven’s side if they don’t know their foe
the golden oldie, ronin, oni, brody known as kojiro
lonely road he strode up from k+mamoto to tokyo
trust me, homie, i ain’t drying laundry when i tote the pole
this odachi could cut a man from his tip to his top
i’m flipping script, this man gon’ sh+t on a god
think that he hot, meanwhile i’ve never heard a diss from an opp
’cause they respect that genryu comes from a different stock, p+ssy
i ain’t really with the backhand sh+t
but if you talk wrong, buddy, you get backhanded
you see i’m back standing, although i walk with a cane
you’re on your backlanding flat if you gon’ talk on my name, b+tch

[verse 4: jack the ripper (ty wild)]
it’s jack back and i’m ill, jacking your jill
assassin after some laughs over k!lls, slash for the thrill
you don’t know jack spitting, you ripping flows, flow jacking for real
my lines hook ’em like the grapple i wield, they grapple and reel
brodie jacked, but i’m built different
in the cut pushing tops back, fading this real business
this choppa chopping their chops off, staining when steel cl!cking
on opps, innocents or gods, all k!ll or be k!lled victims
shrills hitting real different, unwell in the mental
wired, i’m walking a fine line between dreaded and dreadful
said every enemy any send me, i’m plenty a threat to
son ’em like solar hunter, blade barrage sever you
said you top of the line, what i saw with my eyes, all but a fraud
not a surprise that i’m boxing with gods, but dawg caught him a rondo
of blessing crossing my nine, clocked every time
’cause all that i touch shot for the sky, you off to the stars, b+tch
[verse 5: raiden tameemon (joey z64)]
throw the salt and put your knuckles down
could get caught with a dropkick if you f+ck around
in my town we had to hustle for scr+ps
told my mama i’ll be back every month with a stack (that’s on god!)
yeah, i ain’t losing for nothing
until i stack enough wins to start losing for money
you thinking you can move me is funny
you looking goofy, you dummy
you ain’t real, you ain’t a peer to the number one
it’s the thunderbolt, one punch breaking your t++th
asking my mama: “mama, why’d god make me a freak?”
i see you tough motherf+ckers acting fake in the streets
i cut a deal with my body, hundred seals on my body
yeah, you can’t stop me, baby, thrud got me
your god’s arms simply all too short to box me
watch it, if you really wanna play, it’s gonna cost you
a couple arms off a palm to your face, that’s yatagarasu (f+ck outta here!)

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