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letra de never done - 44ron

[verse 1]
not defeated, not yet, not ever
y’all are heated, sweat red hot embers
got the key to unlock the cellar
all the demons i possess got tempers
want me to leave when i just got better
never not ’gon be any less i could
cut off the beat and go acapella
i could still make ‘yo heads bounce the same
17 years of morality went down the drain
a wild fire, nothin’ you can say can douse the flame
i’m in first, y’all for ever last, house of pain
is where you’re headed, you ain’t finna jump around today
if there’s one thing that shouldn’t be in your mouth’s my name
44, see me wearin’ a nike air hat, baggy clothes, black hood
lookin like i’m emperor of palpatine, come along to the dark side
sell your soul to this game with a single f-ckin’ card swipe
i want it all, i ain’t stoppin’ ’till its all mine
every rhyme, every word, every single f-ckin bar i
write down comes straight from the heart, my
life ain’t always been a walk in the park but
i’m just grateful i’ve always had hip hop
right by my side to help get me through the hard times
turn my pain into gasoline, gonna reclaim every shattered piece
of my life that was lost from past defeats
why you think they call me double a batteries?
motherf-ckin’ energizer bunny in this b-tch
tellin’ everyone who doubted me to suck my f-ckin d-ck
y’all are coastin’ through while i’m makin’ somethin outta nothin’
doesn’t matter if i plummet, i’m just doin what i love, sh-t
[verse 2]
i’m like a phantom, i can’t be touched
light the lantern, i vanish, ugh
knife in hand then i scratch and cut
like grandmaster flash on his adventures
sky turns black, i’ma massacre
with the rhymes i rap, the fight has begun
and i’ma stand ’till i’m champion
tighten grasp around rappers lungs, this is verbal asphyxiation
i encourage you to turn through these written pages
you ‘gon learn who ‘gon burst through and flip the nation
i’ma pursue to the urge to intimidate them
when you work proves your worth you get critics hatin’
every word you exert through your lips, they change and
they curse you to ridicule with every statement
discourage you but turn to you when you make it
i guess this whole industry’s a f-ckin mess
no common sense but lots to spend
though no one gives a f-ck, this sh-t is common, since
incompetent people expect but don’t put handwork in
everybody in the game wanna bring dollars in
just for recreatin’ what’s poppin at the time
i think its time to rewind like will smith
take it back, i’ma recline, remind these hoes
how i’ma treat rhymes when i get on the mic
keep behind somethin’ ’cause this is where demons reside
you might wanna prepare for your demise
been a monster since a wee guy, knee high
devil by design, knew the world would be mine

- 44ron

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