paroles de chanson Zoro & Sanji (feat. Backwood Brad) - twogeebs

All excuses no kinda skill
Y'all trade your life for a deal
Running round like mosquitoes
Ready to die for a meal
This tha style that got Jiraiya killed
Catch me in sage mode
Writing steel
I'm a young Kishimoto writing for thrills
One shot away
Where more unlikely reveals

I never lose hope sometimes I set aside
Spacing out now always present in time
What worked before
May not work when problems arise
Gifts from tha past
Don't transfer to present times
Screaming for heroes
I began to question life
Always loud for no reason
Call me Prison Mike
Watch tha agressive type
I'm not defined by what
Merriam Webster writes
If you preach get tha message right
Rated R midnight oversexualized
Most of y'all don't learn
Because of what your Professors like
I put all might into every lecture
Stay sharp
Don't cut yourself on tha textbooks texture
Worrying bout tha cover of tha book
You'll get an extra slice

I'm thinking bout corny rappers
As I ride
Around
I'm asking em they government names
So I can write em down
My death note
Careers dying from my left to my right
That weak feeling in tha air
Got me thinking like Light

Brag about ya family rap sheet
They misdemeanors
Ya pops was somebody bitch nigga you Prince Vegeta
I'm on this beat like Frieza
So you know it's going wrong of directions
Had to put my pride aside
To build stronger connections
Underground
We secretly been building up an army
Me and Brad together is like Zoro and Sanji

Tryna push my buttons like Koyama
Iight bro
Gang in this bitch
You know tha whole Mob Psycho
Me and Brad never get mad we be embracing hate
Can't stop me
Bitch I'm Rock Lee with no ankle weights
Even on planet namek
You couldn't think you safe
Ya last tape was trash
I need to hear more
Brad over here in Gear Fourth
Your years short

Now tha whole mood has shifted
Ya skirts getting lifted
Expose y'all as bitches
Bitch I'm bout to set it off
From this point all tha bets are off
Niggas getting cooked now they sweating sauce
You just a pawn motherfucker go and get ya boss
All this level up talk I ain't hearing
No transforming I'm tha best like Jiren
On your best day
With another niggas best day
Bitch you couldn't test me
A whole diss album
Nigga wouldn't stress me
Niggas saying fuck rats
But tha streets talk and I heard you tell
So go and tell niggas I'm waiting like Perfect Cell

Young go roger
Not roger skull back
Scar up ya face like Shanks
Throw a straw hat
Thought you was tryna be tha king
What's tha draw back
My 3 sword style hitting harder than a car wreck
I'm just cruising
I don't wanna be tha hero
I'm not losing
I wanna be a symbol like Jerry West
I got em parked in amusement
Take you on a trip
Roll an O with Brad I get lost in tha music
Me and Geebs don't know our reach
I do it for weeks
Preach to tha village
Show some respect when tha Hokage speaks

Back and forth like Goku and Vegeta jumping
These niggas talking
But I ain't really seeing nothing
Bitch I'm blind not Stevie
These niggas can't see me
Almost quit this shit it's too easy
Saitama Syndrome
One punch a end folks
Corny niggas dick riding like Genos

Not my demo
Anime M O
Another merch payment
Dropped in tha Venmo
Pool play for these rappers
Shooting like pool
Me and Geebs leave a dead pool like Ryan Reynolds
Y'all deserve an Oscar
Moving like Oscar
Talking in front your tv screen boxed in
You don't wanna deal with your damn problems
Making more damn problems
And that's tha damn problem
Treat sharks like hard lung fishing out of pastas
What's cooking Sanji?
It smells like Lobster
Shawty see tha straw hat
Turn into to Boa Handcock
Pantie dropper
Rapping through snail transponder