Reggae #Cypher Vol. 4

Pure negga
YAH MAAN A REAAL
This is the cypher four oh oh oh oh ohhh
I'm a real gangsta, for the family
The world awaits it, Are we okay or not?
Gangsta sheet from a real
Lead bullet, Rawshugah

Maybe they want to separate us
But here evil dies, send me a sign of good
If you see us fighting for the real, the sign will come, the truth will win, my friend

Welcome, they've been asking for this for a long time
But the sailor knows no fear, no no
We are messengers of the wind, so much lie made the mentor strong
Stop
What they invent is over
Everyone is from the street but they don't represent it
No, I will never be for sale, I take care of the message of the people who try
Take a message for you!
No, no, no
You believed what they invent
I don't share anything with rappers from the store
Brotha if you shh eh calm down
Magical moments with the reggae kings
Ooohh looord singing singi dem
I think it's pretty clear, right?

Chesterfield
Where it doesn't hurt doesn't inspire
It was that I felt alone
I raised a border but it was raining outside locked in his retina there were leaks
And picking with his fingers my seams, he looks at me he bewitches me like a santera
He knows how to damage my sanity, there is no cure for what doesn't last nobody waits

Put because I have the vision of the player
The stroke of the painter who paints with the heart
The pure they adulterated, they turned it into fiction
The dark if not resolved generates friction
I swear I have doubted to the point of addiction
To see the betrayal in those who sought my forgiveness
The storm will always pass, don't cry without reason knowing that the Sun will rise again

Maybe they want to separate us
But here evil dies, send me a sign of good
If you see us fighting for the real, the sign will come, the truth will win, my friend

King magneto
Original, the magna arrived (who?)
I'm not Rob but we are from the cypher
The political fake neither the thanks, they look at me from afar and I am a spear
No more lies, no more lies
In this fast life for likes
One more time, one more blessed, it's the original reggae, no crisis
They call me magna the king rastafari
With steel bars, that is, a lot of cali
I come from outer space, I came out of that
But with the flow of the cat miss Omalie
I'm still special in a one by one
Many believe they are piccolo and are paikhuan
I feel in a circle to the sound of evil
And I avoid the evil one because I have a plan
Because I have a

Rastachai
Criminal and barbarian combo that bursts it
Reggae cypher sound, the band is always attentive
You haven't stayed bro, this flow is the one that pays
Grab them if it gets into your hands
When you lie to us that we caught you
Going to the left with the ice cream cart
You don't represent even the one you copied
And I without spending letters am madness that you have channeled
I walk whatever happens
Chilling with the command, here the class is left over
Gang, you will be another phase,