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lirik lagu raiders freestyle – kool a.d.

[verse 1]
ayo f*ck trump, he a heel in the octagon
see me up in the pentagon high off a oxycontin
yo i’m painting a nautilus pattern composed of pentagrams onto a lantern with the ink of an octopus
the blueprints of a sephological potical metropolis, what?
doggy, it’s end times, dog
i mean wait, dog, please, god
it’s apocalypse
swamis in the bread line rattlin’ prophecies off, never be fallin’ off
doggy we all is gods and goddesses
with knowledges beyond colleges, no apologies
all of these styles is rare, wild, astonishing, beautiful
wow, look into the beautiful now, that’s everything
and what is anything but everything?
i was born in sf but i’m f*ckin’ with the east bay heavily too
i’m a treasure in a heavenly zoo
f*ck the h*llish aspects of reality
they vanish when the mind find clarity
listen to the rarity, ain’t n0body quite as rare as me
yo, stylin’ down valencia street in an elegant carriage
and do carry me verily verily on over up on to excelsior
i don’t give a f*ck, dog
i came up in the cuss words h*lla poor
moved to the tree*lined streets with the cellar doors
dropped h*lla gems, got h*lla more
i beeline down the avenues
laced with the game from the crown to the pantaloons
f*ck all these fake*ass rappers
they wack and i can’t stand them
it pains me to hear it so i turn it off, play that sh*t i like
strolling down peru street where i once came up on a lost bike
yo i’m on a walkabout, that’s like a boss hike
see me in the woods i’mma tell you what the moss like
sh*t, read it in books, now stick it in your moss*pipe, smoke it
bro, i’m so oakland
alameda, jingletown, south oakland, north oakland
south berkeley, bayfield, stand up
hunters point, newcomb, cold jukin’
move through the game like duke nukem
hit you with the two ton
hit you with the ill one*two, son
yo, shout out to phoenix and tucson
style so gruesome
hit it off the free in a three* or a two*some
kool a.d. the f*ckin’ mayor, like newsom, joanna or gavin
lyrical javelins, you pick one, it’s all you done
or you could go kick rocks and shoot guns
dude, i’m psychedelic like fractals, actual, tactical, factical
never on sabbatical, imaginal, practical
poetry tantamount to the most high, so proverbial
hit ’em with the verbial styles, that’s verbal
you a nerd, you a gerbil
put you on your head, you in bed like curfew
cutty i couldn’t really call it, what you…
i don’t know, man, doggy it’s like the farthest from the…
but you know, look in my wallet mane that’s a forest, h*lla green
y’all new to the scene, y’all h*lla green
doc, i’m zooted off the zoot, off h*lla green
baraka*style, ajamu, h*lla green
man, i’m stylin’ on you, your bro h*lla mean
you know what a fella mean? h*lla clean
rappers is cellophane, plastic, h*lla lame
y’all ain’t kool a.d., get out of h*lla lane
they shootin’, y’all duckin’ and runnin’ like the very same adrenaline in your very own f*ckin’ veins
isn’t that in*f*ckin’*sane?
heheh, d*mn it’s too villainous…
[verse 2]
oh sh*t, bring the beat back, h*ll yeah!
i said, “d*mn it’s too villainous”?
yeah, the game all f*cked up
i’m at the a’s game, all f*cked up
they whoopin’ the blue jays, crowds are f*cked up
heh man, now i’m at the giants game, drivin’ in the diamond lane
now i’m back home but my mama at the dubs game, what mayne?
ain’t that a thang, h*lla lame, but i had a thing
pops in the batting cage, cutty off rocks out in san jose
used to be in chi then he ran away
tried to hem him up for a gram of yay
lucky they ain’t never found the hammer, dang
stacks in the [?] for a [?], what?
rest in peace to yams, we only kicked it a few times
but i still remember that you told me we was family, d*mn g
a truly magnanimous philosophy, i f*cks with it
my thought bubble like oil when it touch liquid
how could you f*ck with it? never that
doggy, i do, uh, very clever raps
i’m like a caveman, with the fire flame raps, i spit that
it’s the shadow puppetry
paint a buffalo on the wall, you ain’t f*ckin’ with me
f*ck the f*ckery
shout to chucky d plus chuck bukowski
i’m miro gonzalez, i’m charles bukowski
yo, i work at a post office
dog, i’m a professional showstopper, hired gun
doggy, i spit hot fire, son
freestyle forever, i’m forever magnanimous
hot fire flame style, magma, b*tch, i’m volcanic with it
young african spanish man
f*ck chris columbus
i’m workin’, i’m doin’ thangs
cool cuban, mayne, showin’ and provin’ as usual
you listen to the ways that i rearrange and improve all the things from the previous raps that you heard
mayne, it’s crack in the words
language is essentially meaningless
i give a f*ck if you’re feeling this
f*ck your whole feelings, b*tch
this is the realest sh*t you never heard
sip off the spliff, doc, i’m h*lla cured
kick off your socks, subliminate the tick*tock of your ever*presence
universal wrist*watch, the ill toxic, technological logical fallacies
paradoxical time ciphers
altitudes, illusions, but i climb higher
see my design, i combine fire and ice
kick water styles, dog, i got a lot of styles, told you that
listen to the raps and say “holy cr*p”
i’m in kabali shades sittin’ in cavalli north beach with a cannoli, black coffee, and 40 racks
a black, leather valence and it’s back to the palace, i’ll bust a cap in your b*tch ass
my gat is magnum, my rap is savage, jack, it’s madness
oh god d*mn, it’s insanity ravaging savagely with, uh, vanishing or ravishing alphabetical imagery
f*ck trump, go hillary, but also f*ck hillary
go bernie sanders, go jill stein, ajamu baraka, barack obama
lyrical tomahawks thrown upon all of y’all assh0l*s
styles so political, casual
everything is politics, doggy i’m a pundit
your boy talk a lot of sh*t, it’s probably all true
canseco with the follow*through
call me eddie encarnacion, i’m an army of one
like i told you the other time in my other 500 rhymes, the brother shine
yo, i get bread plus b*tter mine
spit them little gutter rhymes y’all fiend for
homie used to work at the weed store
now, sh*t, look out for my weed, hittin’ the weed stores next year
the date got pushed back, wanna make that fish slap, you feel me?
yo, he ain’t ever reggie with the bush, d*mn
i spit a couple reggie bush punchlines in my lifetime, who hasn’t?
heh, i’m k!llin’ any beat, it’s too tragic
bring that sh*t back, why not?
dude, it’s true, dog, i do magic
[verse 3]
hahahaha, you’re bringing it back? h*ll yeah
hahahahaha
cool cat petter, the feeder of carrots to the rabbit
god d*mn, i’m a pet shop
leave a cali king sized bed with a queen sized wet spot
i flex, i got knots, you got less knots
i’m hot, you less hot
hand over fist, uh, shout to despot
uh, shout to exquire
my mind lost, gold mine, land mine
tricks, i land mine nicely
dirty trunk but my mind clean
anyway, um, back to the original rhyme scheme
i’m fire, you less fire, like i said
yo, um, shout to exquire, i said that? yeah, ok
i’m smilin’ in the sky like a cheshire cat
heh, through the looking*glass
man, i’m what y’all call the “what y’all lookin’ at” type cat what y’all lookin’ asses
i’m a savage, i’m fly, and y’all lookin’ average
i’ll probably write a whole book in spanish later
sh*t, i probably already did that, la vida sueña
feel like albert einstein with the time so illusory
get up on the level of the level of the kid already
heh, all thoughts composed and transmitted through electrical currents is pure wizardly knowledge
yo, knowledge cures mystery
knowledge is life is experience
every single thing is one experience, gotta experiment
fresher than the spearmint
hear loud and clear how it irrigate the fear fields with love and see peace trees blossom, awesome
i’m chris rock, i’m rosario dawson
i’m mario mario, luigi. eazy*e, lothario, tech n9ne with the credentials, check mine
the vest line with the kevlar, my shred gnar
listen to the words that i said and not your d*mn head
i feel like the black brock lesnar
k!ll brock turner, k!ll daniel holtzclaw
now back to the regular scheduled program
i’m papered up like black rock
i flex hard god, i snap necks off
you could never play me like xbox
dog, it’s not checkers, it’s chess, god
you hecka not fresh, stop
elephant head stomp, heh, go a’s
get a job, doggy i’m h*lla raw
the repetition man, andy warhol with the photograph
picture, hang it on your wall
doggy, i’m basquiat, you probably not
kool a.d., best rapper in the world, y’all
paradiza infiniti
the ill sublime, divine divinity
bless, bless, jah rastafari shango, allahu akbar
runnin’ from the cop car
i don’t care, i’m a rock star
peace to [?], peace to [?]
that’s amazing
peace to amaze 88 in the building
in the spirit, heh, you need to hear it
plus dave, heh

- kool a d

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