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tosh the rapper - mugoroki (loco) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
wacha tucheke
(laughs)
joh
sawa maze
(hysterically laughs)

[verse 1]
i see myself in a mansion
just thought i should mention
am tired of sitting around, sketching some lyrics on paper it’s time i took action
get me some paper instead, no more lazying in bed
get me on the road to success
this’s for these n-ggas that thought i could never get traction
no more distractions
till am allergic to loosing, immuno-reactions
to being a broke -ss n-gga…show no comp-ssion
when am on a mic ’bout to hit opponents with a right,knock out your p-ssion
bring down the building on you, like i am samson
swimming with sharks rest of y’all planktons
look at it another way, there’s no denying that you n-ggas just f-$#ing got stamped on
like envelopes, seal a couple mouths,head out and post this sh-t
helpless i call you cantaloupes no stopping my shine ‘less you’ve got that death wish
y’all better make like antelopes, run for your lives…
this might be the end when i loosen this leash
see my limits are never defined, infinite like a believer’s p-ssion in christ
a n-gga been patient too long uh
a n-gga been waiting to grow
a n-gga been itching to show
that he got more bars than the n-gga mututho could close
and if he continue y’all probably gone know
that really is counterfeited by all these politickin’ rappers addicted to thinking they iller but what happens when a n-gga hits the below the belt
f-$# up your t-st-cl-s
i’m not irrational
just another motherf-$#er that f-$# up your genitals
rappers in panty how’s
claimin’ the pedestal
but they just horrible ugh
but they really don’t know
so i took it upon me the liberty of freeing their souls
from the agony of having to pose
all these tomfoolery around on some mediocre flows…

[hook]
master this is my dojo
(panting)
get the picture no photos
(panting)
k!lled the beat call ’em popos
(panting)
tell ’em that a n-gga done gone loco ugh

(woi ngai, woi ngai, woi ngai, mugoroki)
ugh…ugh…ugh…n-gga done gone loco
(woi ngai, eha? yùrìa harìa ngai, mugoroki)
ugh…ugh…ugh…n-gga done gone loco
(woi ngai, mwathani ngai, woi ngai, mugoroki)
ugh…ugh…ugh…n-gga done gone loco
(woi ngai, woi ngai, yùrìa harìa mugoroki)
ugh…ugh…ugh…n-gga done gone loco

[verse 2]
it’s my season of course
flooding the industry…rappers’ remorse
getting my name, up in your court
washing you down like the sands at the sh0r-s
me and the bottom are getting divorced
said it’s my time, that minute just clocked
this is my shot, done clocking the glock
i don’t miss the target, deadshot’s in the block hah
this kid is a m-ssacre
solo typhoon, wreckin’ these amateurs
call me the hayan and just like the mayans, got your end you goons on some piece of a literature
some call it murder but i beg to differ
k!lling these rappers’ just part of my repertoire
wasn’t always just a habit but sh-t i like it when the game looks a little like an abattoir
well my momma did tell me
if i wanna get it, go get it
don’t let n0body stop me
don’t let n0body get you to park it
that drive in my eyes that roared like a ‘rari
thought i had a spark, been kindling ever since
focused on my mark that which i’ll leave you with
the fire i’ma start, appet-te for the finer things
not even alcohol nor p-ssy can nourish it
but the money might do it
education can’t be my only conduit
i know some of y’all might go dispuit it
saying that i’m not meant for this typa music
but that just makes me
wanna lose it
wanna treat this like a drug, overdose, abuse it
drop out of college and show you that improvement
comes from teachings life gives to you as it’s student

[chorus]

[outro]
mwana mwega no nda
no irio ti kìoneki ma
nìndonire mami agìthìnìka akìnjìraga kìrìa mwana wakwa ùkùhanda no kìo ùkùgetha
nìwamenya nie ndarì kìhì
kìnanu, kìaganu ta kì
nie ndùngìranjìrire atì rì
nìngagimara to see this day…uh
the day on my way to get paid
and the girls i fantasized about, wanna get laid
if life’s all about a race, some paper chase i really really really wouldn’t wanna get late
but sh-t, this sh-t’s all in my brain
i look back and think, what’s it really gone take
then i realize that fantasies do make it to reality when you tend to be less fake
word

- tosh the rapper

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