"MAIN ONE (KZAN DA DON x MARIO)"
128-Bar Cipher—No Hooks, No Breaks,
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[KZAN DA DON VERSE – 128 BARS STRAIGHT]
(0-24 BARS: SETTING THE SCENE, RAPID-FIRE WORDPLAY, R&B VIBES BLEND)
Yeah, she my main one, day one, never switched lanes, hun'
Name rung bells from the Bronx out to Cambridge, uh
Flame-spun sentences, vintage like the pain stung
Same tongue kissed on her lips where the rain run
Saint, nun? Nah, she a sinner with a halo
Dancin’ like Aaliyah in the mirror to that J. Lo
Say no? Never, when she whisperin’ them pesos
Peso after peso, my shawty stackin’ bankrolls
Penthouse livin’, the view feel like a daydream
Red wine spill on her lace, that’s a stain-queen
A1 cuisine, servin’ me like I’m royalty
Loyalty deep, she hold the heat if they foil me
No need to spoil me, I’m rich in her energy
Pillow talk, manifestin’ houses out in Tennessee
Enemies test me, she sendin’ back the messages
Two red hearts, sayin’ "baby, count your blessin’s, kid"
(25-48 BARS: UPPING THE PRESSURE, DOUBLE & TRIPLE ENTENDRES, LUXURY LIFESTYLE)
She Chanel’d up, heels clappin’ like a round-off
Haters tryna sound off, muted when we mount lofts
Cloud soft linens where she lay after rounds tossed
Nightgown drippin’, it’s designed just to sound boss
Found cost? Priceless, what she bring to the table
Other dudes try, but she sharp like a razor
Major, minor chords play when she move smooth
Tune tuned, vocal range rivalin’ the moon’s hues
Cool views, yacht deck, summer in December
Two fused spirits, made for more than just a tenure
Sinners repentin’, they see us and want repentance
Presence alone turn a critic to a defendant
Sentence me to life with this queen? Bet I’m guilty
Jewelry draped, but her love still richer than filthy
Silky touch, every kiss is a milli’
She don’t trip when I’m out gettin’ digits to bill me
(49-72 BARS: SWITCHING TO 8-BAR LIMERICKS, INTENSIFYING ROMANCE & LOYALTY THEME)
She the type to pick a fight just to test my sight
Like, "You know these hoes lurkin', better check that mic"
Like, "You know they eavesdroppin’, better flex that height"
Stand tall, big steppin’, never left my wife
Candlelight glows, the perfume is sinful
She whisper "come close," got me losin’ my mental
Diamonds ain’t enough, she want love in credentials
Signed my whole life in her heart with a pencil
(73-96 BARS: PAST STRUGGLES, RISE TO SUCCESS, HER ROLE IN THE JOURNEY)
She seen me at the bottom, back when I had nada
Just a duffel bag dream, servin’ rhymes out in Ramada
She told me, "Keep goin’, baby, pain breeds commas"
Now we out in Saint-Tropez, laughin’ over lobster
From ramen noodle packs to Dom Pérignon acts
From huggin’ on a mattress to king-sized plaques
Every plaque got a name that she etched in the back
Cuz when I win, she win—ain't no fiction in that
Listen, in fact, I was lost ‘fore she found me
Runnin’ from myself, cany find me
KZAN_DA_DON_JUAN
