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Quero falar de uma coisa

Adivinha onde ela anda

Deve estar dentro do peito

Ou caminha pelo ar

Pode estar aqui do lado

Bem mais perto que pensamos

A folha da juventude

a I o nome certo desse amor

Ja! podaram seus momentos

Desviaram seus destinos

Seu sorriso de menino

Tantas vezes se escondeu

Mas renova-se a esperana

Nova aurora a cada dia

E ha! que se cuidar do broto

Pra que a vida nos da flor e fruto

Coraa#o de estudante

Ha! que se cuidar da vida

Ha! que se cuidar do mundo

Tomar conta da amizade

Alegria e muito sonho

Espalhados no caminho

Verdes: planta e sentimento

Folhas, coraa#o, juventude e fa

Andra Velloso - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

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Back again ha ha ha ha ha

Rasco solo Fanatik check it

Yo it’s flipside and Rasco here to let ‘em know

If niggaz don’t cooperate gotta let ‘em go

Get in the race and stop runnin’ at a snails’ pace

And sour milk has left my mouth wit’ a bitter taste

They shot callin’ black ballin’ ’til the last sec

No other choice but to cut these niggaz last check

Give me respect ‘cuz I’ve been comin’ up these last years

The only car on the road flossin’ nine gears

‘Cuz I arrive and overdrive, set to rip it live

And I’ll be rippin’ this shit when I’m fifty-five

Dead stinkin’, Abe Lincoln, nigga what you thinking’?

You better smoke another blunt and continue drinkin’

A cloudy brain, train tracks, but there’s no train

And now you watch me skyrocket in my own plane

Never the same and nobody else can do it better

Three to the third is the word, got the triple-header

So you better, get yo ass a sweater

Breakin’ these fools down to the last letter

Whatever…that you clowns wanna do

Make sure that you got the Superdome crew

Chorus:

The unassisted, it’s the unassisted

Rasco’s on the mic, it’s the unassisted

You blacklisted, yo, it’s the unassisted

Rasco’s on the mic, it’s the unassisted

So what’s next? Not these emcees that’s totin’ text

Glitz and gram better scram down his ????

That style’s played and more washed up than Cascade

And it’s been years since I broke out my last fade

The bald-headed, non-dreded, get that ass wetted

These brothers flashed on the Ras but I didn’t sweat it

Remain calm, rippin’ mics every single night

I’m on the scene, makin’ green ‘cuz the single’s tight

Fuck you fools that’s believing’ in your own hype

‘Cuz I’m the type that be servin’ up the long pipe

I smell a scent, gettin’ bent, pockets full of lint

You think you large ‘cuz these people gave you fine print?

But magazines ain’t the thing, nigga, get it straight

Bringin’ them styles that got ‘em hooked on like fish bait

You show me how, now it’s wild, where my niggaz at?

But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat

Chorus

Mass produced, I got juice microphone skill

Me and my man Big Rob ’bout to seal deals

Run of the mill, dime a dozen ‘cuz you wack, cousin

Whose reviews? Better cut me some slack, cousin

Playin’ me close, heads is flown at the flagpost

At half-staff you done stepped on the wrong path

You hear the whistle of the missile comin’ full speed

It’s hip hop, to the core I’m the full breed

What’s the reason all these fools wanna flash out?

Sick of the drama, now it’s time to get my ass out

Layin’ it down nice and clean on these white sheets

And quick to break a nigga down over fat beats

Better retreat ‘cuz I’m comin’ wit’ the cavalry

Only intent is just to increase the salary

These dollar signs in my mind, gotta drop a rhyme

Ready to shine, baby, this year’s prime time

So what I’m sayin’, won’t be no delayin’

Better head the word, nigga, I don’t be playin’

So start prayin’ like you lookin’ for a miracle

Me with no lyrics, baby, that there’s hysterical

Chorus(x2)

2nd Ending:Rasco’s on the mic, don’t get it twisted

Scratched:”I would say he’s nice. Every cut he makes is so precise.” -MC

Shan

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