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lirik lagu kodak moment – cookin soul & raz fresco

[intro: raz fresco]
yeah, the marvelous…
cookin soul
peace god

[verse 1: raz fresco]
we bakin’ soul, brain made of aztec gold
high*tech glow, ukrainian f*ll*tio (mwah)
my flavor break the mold
there’s 2 types of men, you either savin’ your dough or tryna save a hoe
sacred codes from the days of old
gotta play it cool if you play the stove or end up in a grave alone (you dead)
cops circle with the quickness
need so much green that my mistress find a crop circle in it
yo, what’s a hurdle to a gymnast?
light the purple
she like squirtle when i’m in it (hsss, ahhh)
still in the sky when the flight finish
from where the night wicked as the men who converted jesús to a white image
quantum, the flow made ‘em redefine physics (new sh*t)
hit the piff, and expand the limits of my inner dimensions
you on photoshop, i shop the photos that my mind shot to get rich

[chorus: raz fresco]
it’s a kodak moment everytime we rock (everytime, everytime we rock)
it’s a kodak moment everytime we rock (every single time, you know what i’m sayin’? like clockwork)
it’s a kodak moment everytime we rock (every single time, yeah, worldwide, we do this)
it’s a kodak moment everytime we rock (everytime)
[verse 2: lord apex]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
make sure you’re [?] and keep your dough saved, even on the slow days
mental tends to hold pain, and turn it to a piece of art
like either way, need my cheese, don’t matter where the pizza start
some are spreadin’ peace in parks
i love you but can’t keep my heart
i need it for this extra scenic route that i be [?]
wanna see him? you can catch him somewhere cold in european
seeking knowledge of i
you and i versus watchin’, so why would i lie?
fresh ’til i die, clean my temple up so future me can start resentin’ us
vintage fendi trunks are foreign [?] stuff [?] test her love
beefin’ back like she my baby mom, but i ain’t got kids
he got cop and radio looks, think he hot sh*t
lost it, smoked giraffe p*ssy in the c*ckpit
flight to london, stoned cold, steve austin
but clearly, the n***** down bad and assed out like rikishi
so they don’t wanna see me

welcome you into the inner*sanctum (behold)
holy of holies, the high priest
me and ganja leaf, matrimony (smoke!)
sacraments, no accident (nah)
extraordinary, exact the distant, extravagence, adolescence
edge of allah affluence, it’s all proper (hey)
they claim elijah muhammad live in a flying saucer (zoom)
claim us sick, wanna sell us drugs and provide the doctor (trap!)
they wanna write a contract and also supply the lawyer (d*mn)
you want a price on a brick? i probably could find it for ya
honorer, honorable minister, reganomics sinister, game finisher (get smoked!)
devil saw the god and became miniature, word (boop)
in the presence of allah they couldn’t finish their words
opposition trying to see the sh*t clear, but the image is blurred (you can’t see me!)
they not ready, they immature but they actin’ right
passion of the christ is sacrifice, i made ‘em my [?]
secure braggin’ rights (nack)
sendin’ messages* satellite, savage life in the ’85
won’t inherit the kingdom of heaven or ever see the paradise (i’m in h*ll!)
i’m him, n***** is dim and they ain’t never really had the light (not at all)
word is bond, y’all
you know the nackman is on, y’all

- cookin soul raz fresco

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