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new age yakuza - romero lyrics

sword slice the air
altair with the f-cking flare
king of the deadman clan with a bl–dy stare
folk lore claim i k!lled, was i really there?
all they saw was the fate in the blades glare
gave a one way trip didn’t pay a fare
ripping through the peace at night, in they dreams i tear
sacrificing n-ggas like they lambs we don’t play fair
and i’m coming for you head like i take hair
beware
-ss-ssins with the blades and black gear
trade em off for the macs and the black steel
on the side they flipping packs of the white girl
so much blood in the air it’ll make you hurl
advancement building traction, drug lead interactions, guns starting to blast and swords fade to the past
they pull up without a mask and put two in yo back
you b-tches would never last

silent psychopath
vile villains and pointless k!llings will lead you to the aftermath
in that world there would be no cl-ss
division, and kids would b drug dealing, blood spilling, even stacking dead bodies to the ceiling
got that sinking feeling in yo belly n-gga
m-ssacres everyday on the tele n-gga
bodies cut like minced meat in the deli n-gga
beat em down till their brain turn to jelly n-gga

aye tyler bring the beat back

imagine if the swords from the past found their way back, lil micro uzis failed to go clap, and the only thing you read in the streets was a slate map
would y’all take that

but f-ck it they won’t get it
so we gonna split it
pull up on a n-gga while he in the kitchen
maybe gut him like a chicken or a cod
stench filled the air you would think that we were fishing wit no rod
it’s oddly odd that the world would b corrupt from the inside

scratch that

but patience

from waitlists

and no music to base this

keeps me from my greatness

and i cannot take this

versatile with my flows, and my verses lack hoes, plus cliches bout clothes

like rotten
in this medium
i rip holes
and changing the pace of the genre
i hold
lucky number 79 i am gold
sh-tting on all these rappers y’all sold

leave them ripping out they pages trynna start over
my generation filled wit trash we need to start
over
maybe smash they brains wit a steel boulder
run em over
toss em in the flames of krakatoa
no substance in the game makes me want to throw up
waiting for the world to rise and shine
what’s the hold up
y’all keep letting all these carbon copies blow up
i’m only taking stabs at em these is cold cuts

yeah these is cold cuts, these n-ggas -ss

yeah they cold cuts
yeah they cold cuts

- romero lyrics

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