REGGAE CYPHER VOL. 2
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REGGAE CYPHER VOL. 2
Rá (ja, ja, ja)
Yeah, man, reggae; this is Cypher 2
Who I really am, you'll get it from my crew
Let go
Bro', tune in to my song
Brother of my life and sister of the heart
And, I say, start finding a solution
To all the problems clouding your reason
Oh, shit, nigga on the ground?
No problem, only come around
Oh, shit, welcome to my sound
Follow me, follow me right now
I had a friend, who swore to be faithful to me
But he disappeared and I heard nothing from him
Because time slowly separates friends
And inside, each one plays their role
I have my luck counted on my hands
Many buddies, few brothers
I count on Kion for the good and the bad
Together to live and the sound we give
Champion, brotha'
Tell a revel me fyah Babylon
Rasta zone
Come, tell me, who can buy our flow?
Friend, don't ask me for forgiveness
If what you're going to say isn't from the heart
A friend is usually a blessing
Gestures of illusion and strength to continue
Friend, don't ask me for forgiveness
If what you're going to say isn't from the heart
A friend is usually a blessing
Oh-oh, ah-ah
I already know where to look
I've lost myself so many times
It stings to lose myself in your skin
I gave you much more than you deserve
Judges judged my case, I lost by very little
I was badly wounded; inside, so broken
So dead, so raw, so crazy
They gave me so much, so little
From the cracks through which I managed to see
Something that could calm my pain
Only blinded the little light that passed
Reflection of what I carry inside
I stepped on the Sun, I reached out a hand to you
But now you complain about not holding on tighter, no
I can forgive, but I won't be able
To trust the one who betrayed me
Bro', tune in to my song
Brother of my life and sister of the heart
And, I say, start finding a solution
To all the problems clouding your reason
Oh, shit, nigga on the ground?
No problem, only come around
Oh, shit, welcome to my sound
Follow me, follow me right now
I walk through the neighborhood shouting original
And the grandparents stop me just to ask
I show them my respects because I'm a good lad
He tells me that this flow so hard is supernatural
I'm not one to steal from Eroski, nor from chigrinsky
Attentive to everything kisky that Magnetowski has arrived
Today I woke up very fresh and I feel Wasowsky
The scare toys of the mystics' panorama
This is another dream link, this is another dribbling
Such sexy rhymes that they seem like a striptease
I'm RetroBalón Team, I don't wear bling-bling
But I give everything for the metallic Big Team
Before barefoot in the lleca, now with air force one
I used to eat in the alleys and now in restaurants
Only in dollars, pesetas, euros, baths and yuans
And in other languages I don't speak because they don't pay
No chance; better run, boy start counting
The time you waste lamenting and crying
If disaster is so close, it's clear you're a burden
You didn't suffer the damage, man, you didn't feel bad
Mental or animal contrast, depends on who
I am a spiritual being who flying is more like
Than seeing bus faces whispering that their CD is a 10
Than walking with women in a Mercedes-Benz
Without clouds come, like some being, don't let it be
That Subzero is making ice in the sky of Manchester
It doesn't stain, you, rap if not those who lie
Saying they face it, even if they don't really like it Goles booster
Feel the criminal sound, champion
Let's give shrapnel to the thieving Pharisee
Assimilate, we're touched by God
The melody of my heart; never give up
In cold blood, ratatatatan my voice (ha, ha, ha)
Without touching it, I undress it
Four cats, this is how it started
And look how many are supporting today
Saved my life, got me out of the alley
Feel the vibe of this badass flow, uah-yo'
Let's go up, light the blunt and calm the chaos
I'm medicine and the love I've been missing
Don't tell me how, what, or when
I haven't believed in a while in what's happening
Original as few and slowly arriving
All I dreamed of, saw, projected, I'm blessed
Bro', tune in to my song
Brother of my life and sister of the heart
And, I say, start finding a solution
To all the problems clouding your reason
Oh, shit, nigga on the ground?
No problem, only come around
Oh, shit, welcome to my sound
Follow me, follow me right now
Original rasta man
Many talk, but few understand
Bro', tune in to my song
Brother of my life and sister of the heart
And I say, motherfucker
And I say, motherfucker (original sound, eh)
Warapapa, warapapa, warapapa