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Lyrics



Stogie T - SotraCyphers Freestyle Lyrics





verse
Cry me a river for Vladimir's Crimea
When both sides on gold mines south of Zambia
I'm here, the one-eye genius in the land of blind leaders
Clout seekers only get view in Mausoleums
That's readin's not Jesus
You mistook the IKEA wood and nails to cheer dumb ideas
The drumline snare from an unkind realm
Where one time is nine times more scary than gun crimes
The sunshine's there but niggas still drizzle
They say it ain't real unless it's in the megapixels
G-Unit knock-off jerseys in every village
And these fools is worried I'm rapping in English
Conjugal visits, you need permission to fuck around
Anthropological digs, yeah, must be missing a skull
Ripple in time, this anomaly riddles the mind
How we from from king in his crown to nickel and diming
Fix your eyes on a sick design
Yves Siant Laurent, briefcase in arm
These major thugs predate the drugs
Sold the country for a Swiss bank account
And not a mathematician can even them odds
Schemers and con artists, dreamers with low prospects
SPeeKa play the beat, you see what you done started
The Ray Hush Puppies from a third world country
So ugly, it's a dub just to try, rugby
Low-life crimies, grow up hungry
Put it on the line, no bungee
Niggas wired on something
Fired up youngins, Wyatt Earp dumping
Shave inions, glizzy to you stomach, chicks double-timing
IG mami tryna shop with your money
Can't see the horizon, flat earth dummy
It's some bad shit
Tip the glasses, our kings are passing
Came here to show you the heir like Tinker Hatfiled
Shit they gassing don't hold weight to this African
Might say that Stog's OK with an asterisk
Dinner time, I'm snacking
A thinking type, blacking
Descartes 'Cogito ergo some'n' that's Latin
Wasn't bred hood, mommy fled crooks like Blair and Bush
I read books, LL, rock the bell hook
s
A rare look from Schumacher's rear view
Swear they Lewis 'til I out-write them all with my left foot
The shoemaker's barefoot, cook but don't get food
To Egyptians a pyramid's just a rare ruin
It's looing real Maccabean
In Paris like them enlightenment black Europeans
OG said victory is blacks in a BM
Me and Bo Brady in a Porsche disagreeing
4x4, the potholes feel like it's off-road
Slum lords treat tenants like Venus in corn rolls
Devils in the still waters, tourists see waterfalls
God flooding the cities to show you that none of it yours
Had to swallow bullshit to know it's manure
I could show you what news clips often ignore
Grandma got the kids, mom and dad died of HIV
Not a grain of rice between, counting three mouths to feed
She put the pot to the fire, it's a common trick
Excite the appetite and they look forwards to the meal
Half an hour later, plot twist, they fall asleep
She turn off the heat, 'cause wasn't nothing to eat
Now that's bleak, that's deep, Afrique
That's empire of sheep where the shepherd gets skinned
The records may spin but they don't play the tunes
Lessons get hid, I mean the tongue doesn't turn to an aching tooth
The place is grim, niggas destitute
Brave 1980s youth learn to shoot in the name of the late Sisulu's
Natives tuned in, Kay Slay crates booming
Made music smooth as the day date face movement
Until the payday is Sheik Mansour
Stogie only second to one formerly named Tumi




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