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letra de my name is accent - accent

you don’t know my name
you don’t even know my name
you don’t even know mine

it’s accent, like how it sounds when you speak
more important than what your mouth really means
or what comes out, or what you spout when you’re recounting your schemes
or what you’re ‘bout, it’s just the how that makes the crowd wanna scream
just imagine that you’re p-ssing out of towners and it seems
that they’re blabb’ring, lips are flapping none but mounds of some’ obscene
but the connection their expressions have’s profound and so pristine
that you’re astounded ‘thout the knowledge to have found what drowns beneath
it’s deep, so while you’re clowning with your peeps
and prob’ly pounding countless drinks, you’re bound to frown or pout and squint
like what’s his style? what’s up his alley? just renounce that downward think
your wil’in’ pals should now be wowed by vowels and consonant when they cling
i’ll shout from mountains when i sing, clouds surrounding everything
and y’all dumbfounded and confounded on the ground a thousand feet
or miles from me, galaxies from you repeating what i’m saying
‘ven if you could how would you quote me you don’t even know my name

you don’t know my name
you don’t even know my name
you don’t even know mine

my name is accent, ‘n’ i ‘on’ do the dirty route
s’ you ‘on’ gotta take offense, yours true has a curse-free style
s’ we ‘on’ gotta make amends, oh phew no terms be foul
i hope i just made a friend and you’re wooed, purr, me-ow
let’s fly to 8010 or only zoom to 3012
see ‘f i’m still bangin’ then ‘n’ if they knew my verse be wild
‘n’ if you think i ain’t makin’ sense and what i threw was pure senile
that’s why i ain’t make a cent like you took my first c out
me llamo ‘ccento, je m’appelle accent
is mi lehagy and hebrew i really want
moye imie niemuvich, yog hietur dialet
mi nia za vud accent and i didn’t get german yet
watashi no na mae wah acc, wo jiao acc
che e rumun acc im ni da, pom chu acc khrap
ji ne lan go accent, rinki aisho…
by now, you should be screamin’ out i know his name. but you don’t do you? no

you don’t know my name
you don’t even know my name
you don’t even know mine

i am acc the kid rapper, bit dapper, ain’t no lip flapper
nor a mess babbler, spit that but not a bib haver
get rather acquainted ‘cause what i’m aimin’ at’s
hipper hop in all of its glory, see what i’m saying jack?
i’ve claimed this nack for organization and gorgeous placement
of some forward phrases put into rhythm for your amazement
before your hatred incorporated with morbid anguish
come to force your faces toward to the stage in a form that dang’rous
i’ma storm the nation and sp-wn an ancient and foreign agent
that’ll forge my basis with more contagion for y’all to play with
born in york the latest and fought with players of sports that played us
balled in courts with neighbors and bought our favorite -ssorted flavors

- accent

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