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letra de the observer - adil omar

(don’t be a chutiya)

fell out of your grip
my fire burned the h-ll out of your fists
can not be contained in a box or a prison
can’t n-body make me a cause or a victim
and here’s a tool for your suggestions
there ain’t no rules for an exception
and be a humbling lesson
to anyone who ever thought that it was f-cking in question
walking with my chest out
because i always bring my best out
the best clout is when the spirit don’t submit to limits
so feel blessed at what a privilege it is to witness

very sorry
i am very sorry
very sorry
i am very sorry

when you’ve been subjected to the arrogance of humans
from all kinds of small minded narrow, trick consumers
to small hearted, smaller minded rappers and producers
(don’t be a chutiya), all you -ssholes know who you are
while you expect a feeble groupie chick to be fake
you’ve had cheapskate friends f-ck you for cheap stakes
and they looking at you now and thinking
that there’s repentance and forgiveness like they found religion
compulsive sinners, they can eat a d-ck through all h-ll
but let it go and send ’em love and wish ’em all well
i am not at all like you
i am a giant, i am not small like you
hey, yo, you gotta reign that ego in
we all are human in the end so where do we begin
discern the sheep skin without swallowing the hurting
not everybody built to come and follow on the journey

very sorry
i am very sorry
very sorry
i am very sorry

(chants – bridge)

the older and weaker versions are off air
ever since we been updated like a software
i’ve just been doing everything i can
to make life better for my fam, so
let you do you and let me do me
i may not be the version that you see
6th dimension, floating higher like a true g
beyond your scope of f-cking flatland or 2d, so
so, i don’t blame you for not seeing
but just know that you can’t tame me or lock me in
and when you cross the observer
everyone who used to do the serving now get served up
keep in mind that everybody’s story looks different
pseudo gangsta thuggers turn to sorry shook b-tches
the blind gaining vision, learning as the day comes
the grind blocking haters turning into day ones
escaping hamster wheels, breaking out their cubicles
salivating, catching feels, shaking like you’re beautiful
but i ain’t complaining for a second
i know the fickle, honest ways of nature when she sets in
tiger thrusting, mighty, bulging through the tightest leathers
flying, buzzing, vibrant colors on the brightest feathers
uh

(don’t be a chutiya)

perceptions are reflections when events will occur
and you can sense the misdirections when intentions are blurred
it’s all a big game, and you can choose it how to play it
learn inside the music, how to lose it, how to slay it
protection from deception and regression of words
may seem like blessing, but they’re built inside molecular worlds

- adil omar

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