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Saga
73
Hip-Hop/Rap
Saga was released on April 17, 2007 by MINDBENDA RECORDINGS as a part of the album Bipolar
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AlbumBipolar
Release DateApril 17, 2007
LabelMINDBENDA RECORDINGS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

Lyrics

Ah
And the saga continues
Hate her greetings of "How I've missed you"
As daddy return to refocus on family issues
Reports of my demise ring dull
And, how you let those jealous motherfuckers beat you in the skull
For who hope to be cave in me? Who?
I'm still standing, all new and improved with wifey and little Brandon
This shit is serious with excuse for dying
I come as a lion, can't you hear these bitches hi-ing?
For up jump that mothafucka flailing
A shank in his socks it sounds verbally jailing
The newly broke loser now sports the noose
I'm gonna cook up a goose, on those chickens I come to roost
Come in again to check my mind
**** swimming in the pussy that I left behind me
Hip-hop she missing **** shaving over peasy
Horny as fuck and about now real glad to see me
All this started off in the mountains
A result of old pictures, Descriptions, and accounts
My feets laced, hair braided and greased face to beast fates
Whether true beef or beef steaks, sakes
Sunny sides up it's all up, sweet
Sippin out my cup while he's sittin in my seat
My fucking remote at his feet
Feeling on my hoe, eating my piece of meat
And what's stalled and scolded the tones I told her
To keep this all a hundred just made her more the bolder
Now she older, and in search of soul
I bust down the door to sack a rhyme over my shoulder
Outwit it from thinking you spit it
Admit it you bit it, pump fitting you like a fetish
Kev Roc MC in the true sense, a nuisance
To loose mens who produce, douche and cruel sense, hence
While you was dropping them, I caught em'
They cracked up a scent of burnt leaves raped in Autumn
I take them and bash to a bit of mash
For you and your crew and your mens and the friends like "I oughta"
Kev Roc, I slam as I show my hand
And don't be tryna tell me that I sound like your man
Regular band jam yes, I can, can
And why don't you back the fuck up off of me damn
Much my line the of kind of funk design that I do
They burn an effigy of my image while they drink with its stew
Round the corner cometh the crowd into you
80 people with an ass whooping aimed at you
Old followers cracked open the door
A porter rock shaman then resuscitate the corpse
I walk, I knew, I half in two twice the force
Bringing you back the niceness you lost
Written by: Kev Roc
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