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letra de ones we love - 10knyx & the mad director

[verse 1]
yeah
all the sh-t i curated
hope this sh-t gone cure hatred
sh-t can take a turn fatal
the p-ssy in a urn, state it
all above the earth, skating
b-tch, i know the he-rs- waiting
but i just need to work, i’m on they turf
just to be your favorite
adjourning when i earn a-list
know it’s always worth waiting
personally, firm shaking
running late with your lady
heard it how i learn cadence
take it up with firm patience
yuh, uh
i never had a bas-m-nt to make it out
just me in my room, the sounds clouded doubt
we made it out
back here with the vibes, don’t surprised i got a different mouth
i blurt the verses out the spout
washing clout for all amounts
on the couch, dissolving out
in the crowd, alone with doubt
uh
perspirate the earth, i’m in my herb and sh-t
furnished hits
handout takers make the labels “urban” sh-t
they earn the chips
hurt myself, then tourniquets gone turn to hits
target shirts, then burn the kid
personal with purposes
uh
living in the burbs, but you used to crime
little ones pick the guns that they used to shine
but who am i?
all of my n-ggas been zooted more than usual, we choose to fly
but i can’t judge the guys when i’m stupid fried
youth get euthanized
we move with cries of mine
yeah
[hook]
yeah, uh
push and shoves, we need the hugs now
hope the ones i love don’t play with guns now
bugged out
we ain’t leveled up now
late nights juggling a slug, now
great fights, celebrating blood, now
paid snipes knocking off the love now
take flights, facing fakes, the funds out
now
uh, push and shoves, we need the hugs now
hope the ones i love don’t play with guns now
bugged out
we ain’t leveled up now
late nights juggling a slug, now
great fights, celebrating blood, now
paid snipes knocking off the love now
take flights, facing fakes, the funds out
now, yeah

[verse 2]
facts make me righteous
i’m back with the right cheese
i dash in the night wielding gats
to the right, yielding
gas at the light
ceilings get blasted to bites
concealing cash, i’m a kite
ascending seals in my sight
k!lling the realest to write
all just to not feel my strife
therapists alike
tearing to pieces my life
confused with news in my mind
abusing uses of time
grief getting gruesome
the newest funeral brutal
shoot through aggression
feelings got futile
a few smiles to fake the funk
knew you n-ggas faking stunts
blaze and turn your face to runts
good deeds don’t mean all that much
release the punks
we come from leagues up above
y’all guys got junctions of pups
fall guys can’t peep in the cup
got pots of gold in my gut
puke up a verse for the month
words touch a ton, we be tough
a litter nation on dirty bucks
alliteration ain’t fluff
i got this case of the munch
beats getting ate then we up
can’t hold a place, i’m a stump
i summed it up
through everything, i’m enough
ideas and damage go farther like when i ponder
why would i rather explore a benz than a honda?
and how a broke n-gga gon know the devil wears prada?
it’s all about the dollars
just watch the hand in ya pockets
kick everything but some knowledge and you just bothering scholars
uh, 10k
[hook]
yeah, uh
push and shoves, we need the hugs now
hope the ones i love don’t play with guns now
bugged out
we ain’t leveled up, now
late nights juggling a slug, now
great fights, celebrating blood, now
paid snipes knocking off the love now
take flights, facing fakes, the funds out
now
uh, push and shoves, we need the hugs now
hope the ones i love don’t play with guns now
bugged out
we ain’t leveled up, now
late nights juggling a slug, now
great fights, celebrating blood, now
paid snipes knocking off the love now
take flights, facing fakes, the funds out
now, yeah

[outro: james baldwin]
you know, i refer you back to an old, old song. no one even knows who wrote it. and it’s supposed to be spiritual. it’s supposed to be about the christian church, but it really is a slave revolt song
the man says, if i had my way, if i had my way, little children, great god, if i had my way, i’d tear this building down. it is not new for me. we’ve always felt that. it is new for you. and if we were white, if we were irish, if we were jewish, if we were poles, if we had, in fact, in your mind, a frame of reference, our heroes would be your heroes, too
and i’d turn it would be a hero for you instead of a threat. malcolm x might still be alive. it is that you can face, in some ways, the discontent of white people when they rise, they are heroes. and, you know, everyone is very proud of bravel israel
i stayed against it. i have nothing. i don’t want to be misinterpreted. i’m not an anti-semite. but, you know, when the israelis pick up guns, or the poles or the irish or any white man in the world says, “give me liberty or give me death”, the entire white world applauds
when a black man says exactly the same thing, word for word, he is judged a criminal and treated like one, and everything possible is done to make an example of this bad n-gga so they won’t be any more like him
now, you can do this if you’d like, you know, until your party is over. but i know, after all, who my heroes are and george washington is not one of my heroes, for example. neither is booker t. washington
what the american public has always tried to do is to accommodate me into a system which has always meant to my death

- 10knyx the mad director

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