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Cavalier - Déjà vu / Tydro '97 Lyrics



Cavalier - Déjà vu / Tydro '97 Lyrics




Hit that shit son (con gusto!)
Hit that shit'll taste like before, y'know I mean?
Time travel nigga (ain't nothin' new)

Hit it the way it taste it gimme déjà vu
Ain't nothin' new 'cept the way I do

Déjà vu'in' off the scent of my chi
I'm waitin' in the sewer drain for losers facin' defeat
"It" factor
Clit mapper
Seen Shangri-La
Said "call me your majesty with all due respect your honor"
She seen I had the gall
To double-down on my dharma
Dapple with the sheikhs of the townships and sacred geome-triage
From trapezoidal
Void in the middle
Community pillars (uh-huh)
Empty syringе cylinders
Colt 45s, 90 degree wave Dillingеrs
Millimeters blast
You ask me today's math (wow)
See you just lack the gigahertz (wow!)
It hit from a Picasso plane
African fractals
I spit this in a fossil
Came to dig it back up nigga I'm clutch
In church dressed like a wine Dutch
Aeon flux
You and such and such could get puffed
And that's a bag of smoke (true)
It's not a cautionary tale it's just a tragic joke (nigga)
Not a brag or boast gloats'll have
Hammers at your cantaloupes
Not Gallagher smashin' pumpkins sad salad bowl
Cav caliber
It's just a different gauge
A different range we on a different page
A distant wave Callisto
Visible to a specific gaze
Calypso played in the kitchen while I twist up Js
By all accounts we modern day Count of Monté Cristos
Begrudged scribbles in my list of names
Niggas I bagged up nickels with is missin' days with they kids
It hit different amidst the fame
Of '08 Sour Dies' receded the twist of fate


Hit it the way it taste it gimme déjà vu
Ain't nothin' new 'cept the way I do

Y'know what I mean, so like I hit that shit
Y'know what I'm sayin' so I hit that shit, I was like yo
I been here before, I been here before you feel me?
That, that ever happen to you son?
I'm tellin' you G each time it's like yo
Ain't nothin' new fam
Déjà vu word
The way it taste yo
Hit it the way it taste
Hit it the way it taste gimme déjà vu
Ain't nothin' new 'cept the way I do go head

[Tydro Elite]
See these lames flame broiled
Shit on my name in the game till they brain spoil
Those who claim loyal be the same to aim and destroy you
Foil thin men
Soon bend like tin or say aluminum
Spray your crew and them
Shame I used to play in school with them Cool with them at one time but gun time I'm trained to ruin them
My mama raised a hooligan
In drama blaze at foolish men
My tools within close vicinity so see toast and remember me
I squeeze most with the tendencies to leave ghosts like a Kennedy
Memory remedy man
With a vaccine for any sick enemy clan Empire supremacy stands
Ya men tire me and y'all will never be friends
Be buried in sand you never worry this man
You scurried and ran so bury your plans a
My entire fam is very advanced
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English

Hit that shit son (con gusto!)
Hit that shit'll taste like before, y'know I mean?
Time travel nigga (ain't nothin' new)

Hit it the way it taste it gimme déjà vu
Ain't nothin' new 'cept the way I do

Déjà vu'in' off the scent of my chi
I'm waitin' in the sewer drain for losers facin' defeat
"It" factor
Clit mapper
Seen Shangri-La
Said "call me your majesty with all due respect your honor"
She seen I had the gall
To double-down on my dharma
Dapple with the sheikhs of the townships and sacred geome-triage
From trapezoidal
Void in the middle
Community pillars (uh-huh)
Empty syringе cylinders
Colt 45s, 90 degree wave Dillingеrs
Millimeters blast
You ask me today's math (wow)
See you just lack the gigahertz (wow!)
It hit from a Picasso plane
African fractals
I spit this in a fossil
Came to dig it back up nigga I'm clutch
In church dressed like a wine Dutch
Aeon flux
You and such and such could get puffed
And that's a bag of smoke (true)
It's not a cautionary tale it's just a tragic joke (nigga)
Not a brag or boast gloats'll have
Hammers at your cantaloupes
Not Gallagher smashin' pumpkins sad salad bowl
Cav caliber
It's just a different gauge
A different range we on a different page
A distant wave Callisto
Visible to a specific gaze
Calypso played in the kitchen while I twist up Js
By all accounts we modern day Count of Monté Cristos
Begrudged scribbles in my list of names
Niggas I bagged up nickels with is missin' days with they kids
It hit different amidst the fame
Of '08 Sour Dies' receded the twist of fate


Hit it the way it taste it gimme déjà vu
Ain't nothin' new 'cept the way I do

Y'know what I mean, so like I hit that shit
Y'know what I'm sayin' so I hit that shit, I was like yo
I been here before, I been here before you feel me?
That, that ever happen to you son?
I'm tellin' you G each time it's like yo
Ain't nothin' new fam
Déjà vu word
The way it taste yo
Hit it the way it taste
Hit it the way it taste gimme déjà vu
Ain't nothin' new 'cept the way I do go head

[Tydro Elite]
See these lames flame broiled
Shit on my name in the game till they brain spoil
Those who claim loyal be the same to aim and destroy you
Foil thin men
Soon bend like tin or say aluminum
Spray your crew and them
Shame I used to play in school with them Cool with them at one time but gun time I'm trained to ruin them
My mama raised a hooligan
In drama blaze at foolish men
My tools within close vicinity so see toast and remember me
I squeeze most with the tendencies to leave ghosts like a Kennedy
Memory remedy man
With a vaccine for any sick enemy clan Empire supremacy stands
Ya men tire me and y'all will never be friends
Be buried in sand you never worry this man
You scurried and ran so bury your plans a
My entire fam is very advanced
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