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Boom Bap Bop

Verse 1: (Cas Santos)
Hip hop Turning 50 and I gotta pay homage
I fell in love as a shorty soaking up the knowledge
KRS used to teach

I'm a lil cyborg-ish, a lil start war kid
Lil by lil I been building my fortress
I am the antithesis, 
the rippenest emcee
Igniting the mic 
even When

Written By: Jorge Villatoro Flores 

Haz mi corazón un altar ante ti Todo de mi

Entrego hoy a ti

Haz de mi vida tu morada, mi corazón tu habitación

(cy cy cy que negro es mi destino. )
Oye mi gente que es lo que pasa aquí Latinos presente! 
(cy cy cy Todo de mi se aleja)
Puerto Rico, Santo

cookies and cream
Streaming thought and vision so you can picture my cosmos
Surround sounding evocation by dolby atmos
It's a vacation morning we eating

and they'll make you do the tango
They ain't no fake Rambo
They crazy like Orlando

I'm chilling
Por que me protegen los santos
I'm sweet like a mango
Money

I'm Santo Nic
Die for my bitch like it's Fanta
I gotta run what you make of it

Slow on the track, bitch, I'm cruisin
Tryna show off, see how they losin

Piacere, il mio nome Gian Pogi, di cosi fighi ce ne stanno pochi
Piacere mio, per son po' kadiri
Ay ay, ikaw na, ba bini
Woah Woah, by the way, sei

Let me show you how a trapper and a plug talk

Yeah, Migo know the skeelo
Quarter kilo for the cinco
Neff plug me in know we get it by the boat load

abaixo do meu manto
Já tive proposta de abrir uma igreja logo eu que não sou nenhum santo
Nem era pra ter tanta grana assim mas pelos parceiro pela

de juguete
Se consumen las cortinas
Se revelan las arteras
Maquinitas del avance
Que sostienen estas penas
Vienen santos a caballo
Y fantoches de

maniatados y pisoteados.
Lázaro susurra “tibi dabo” en cada ocaso, pero he visto tanto que reniego incluso de los
santos.
Condicionamiento sin descanso,

they corrupt Finna cop me by plenty

I show em what's up I rock out with my millies
You fuckers are silly Finna count through my hundreds
And fifties

Cosmere's in the bottom, he's cut off by geology Nobody wants to see my size, well, nobody wants
I am so tired of this, messing with this all day, my

chronic pain, no disease
Just hurtin like athletes, but really I don't give a fuck
I'm never gon be livin happily
That's why I'm smoking gettin by, weed too

troppi
E chiedi perché
Ma per quello che ho visto sono un santo
Brilli come diamonds
In una città che non ha altro
Sono fasi di vita
Cambiamo ogni stagione

bout' how it come
Nigga I just want the paper
Different kind of bags, I'ma sell em' how they come
I got strong, I got swag, I can get it by the acres

z ratusza jest hejnał

Powrócił do miasta sławny Pan Małpa
Już w pierwszy dzień przy stole zapierdolił swój panczlajn
Każdy chciał by błyszczeć lecz

elevating
See I pull up at the light
Still shinning on em
Cartier santos
These vvs glowing
Fuck em if they hating
I keep elevating
Nigga fuck em if they

regard to those in thrall to dudely urge
Ital santos made this dirge with hella knock and drums for earth
Someone's rubric for a person is less than what

to spread that love and the peace
But if you wanna start all these things
It's just time to flex the power
By the hour
Keep that sniper time up in the tower

an inspiration

Alex West
You were brought on by our ex-manager
But when he left you stayed
That meant so much and now you've become our OG patron
We can't express

to deadly habits
A frozen status
The marathon continues
Word to Nipsey Hussle
When you face resistance
That's the key to muscle
Leading by example
That's when

scatting jazz
Written by the flowers
Renee Renee, did you paint your hair?
That auburn, you wear it well
That bracelet you tied around my wrist
It rings