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letra de mindstate - aasim

[intro: big mike]
this sh-t right here, is called “mindstate”
young aasim, sean c on the beat

[verse 1]
battle my conscious, at war with my thoughts
you see sin in my actions, support by my passionate talk
i crawl from the ashes, my knuckles drag when i walk
i prefer to be called the savage that’s my arrogance for
as a b-st-rd i suffered, but pucker up and kiss the ass of a f-cker
mean enough to kick a nun in some chukkas
i’m somebody’s brother older and younger, i’m the son of a mother
who pro’ly wished she would’ve left me in the gutter
no gimmicks, no fables, a book of lyrics and two turntablеs
reachin’ the masses with no rеcord label
effective immediately, i’m tellin’ you straight
i got a fork, a knife, a spoon, and a plate, i’m here to eat
the hunger’s a beast and the beast wants me under the streets
ain’t no slug in my feet, only dumb slugs in my heat, and you
dumb f-cks get deceased when you outta line, i’m ’bout money
none of you funny dudes is pals of mine, keep it light

[chorus]
what’s on your mind? is it crime? let me get a piece
i’m tryin’ to shine, let me get a piece
it’s ’bout time n-ggas get a piece, it’s do or die
you alive long as my n-ggas get a piece, uh
what’s on your mind? is it crime? let me get a piece
i’m tryin’ to shine, let me get a piece
it’s ’bout time n-ggas get a piece, it’s do or die
you alive long as my n-ggas get a piece, uh
[verse 2]
starvin’ is part of me, the lighter side of me is peace
the darker side of me’s a beast, i guess it’s yin and yang
thoughts of a terrorist, k!llin’ myself to keep it real
so the streets could never revoke my membership
aas’ is a verbalist, reportin’ to the inner-city
murderistic turbulence, like a urban journalist
word for word it’s just being broke and poor
is a illness and money cures the plague like a herbalist
for certain my moves is a calculated purpose
ghetto religion, rockin’ du-rags like a turban
and fiends is searchin’ for what they need got ’em hurtin
and foreign shooters, this luger got me speakin’ in german
my mind is a canvas, i picture life like a cannon
the stills i capture reveals the story of my actions
stand and deliver, n-ggas is tired of the bottom of the barrels
so we grind like we animals, you feel me now?

- aasim

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