Cancion : Reeducation
Artista : SoulChef
Album : Foreign Affairs
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-reeducation-de-soulchef


Verse 1: Uptown Suite
Yo, enter the jagger from that cordial like I'm Bruce Lee (Lee)
But there's only one it's that immaculate your bruise sweet (sweet)
Forging my iron will from crimson spawned loose dreams (dreams)
Crafted and molded into weaponry like blue steel (steel)
The blacksmith
Go to war with current universal
Infinity jam that war better in pen
Grill so dog loose off that muzzle raised in that den
But a lion's lay here
Cannibal opt knuckle up for your spot (spot)
Kill a phony hot box
While you're catching them knots (knots)
A block builder bay born
The valley galvanized by them killers (killers)
Specific blue principe Polynesian lost children (kids)
Master of the verbal gymnastics learning that village (illage)
Linguistics of the illest pre-fitted to hit your building (ill)
Nurtured by the Underground Railroad's flow and tenements
Following the stars and the hymns of forgotten relatives
Picking and choosing alphabetize a tantalizing (yeah)
Algorithms assaulted by anyone analyzing it
The wizardry of SoulChef create in a momma's kitchen (cook)
A super sample soufflé of modern delicatessen (tessen)
Decorated with melodies national words and weapons
That soul sweet ripping your streak and manifesting
Our blessings in real time, drop the beat bring the rhyme (rhyme)
Iron sharpens motherfucking iron
Hook: DJ Rod Roc
Let's start it like this son (uh)
Fuck your theories
It's almost funky
I'm so real to them it's scary
And with my unique skills nag they can't compare me
(x2)
Verse 2: Uptown Suite
No we don't play exhibitions for kids (kids)
Yeah to stick up give yo shit up cause we come for that wind
Better keep yo chin tucked scientists of the highest (level)
The greasing measures murdering opposition by guilty pleasure (sure)
Falsely misleading you knots with the Conor McGregor (gor)
A real pugilist uptown's with Moe and Mayweather (ther)
Alternating and rearranging with changing seasons (woo)
Audience feeling that paper until my pen is bleeding (woo)
Until the Garden of Eden where Eve deceiving (got it)
Falling behind the temple lazy you'll get demolished (ished)
Admonish those who move to abolish mic demonic
Channeling spirits whenever your uso hop up on it
Not even the best could test
When the rest stood next
Episode s which dress blemish the menace from me
Oh dog the mercenary
(Oceans of limit) Hurricane Irma my crew is rising
Praying the chapel over scratches when my words colliding
Hook: DJ Rod Roc
Let's start it like this son (uh)
Fuck your theories
It's almost funky
I'm so real to them it's scary
And with my unique skills nag they can't compare me
(x2)


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