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letra de dig a bit deeper - afore mentioned

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[verse 1: motive]
me and purpose raised a possum, city stares
now i feel their eyes burnin’ when the city stares
gritty hands in my pocket, i ain’t a f-ckin’ millionaire
they’re tryin’ to take what is ours like they didn’t care
but life’s too short to ever be patient
let alone, spend it with strangers
i don’t have enough time to be neglected or favoured
no time to regret any sentence or statement
and that’s why, every time i put my pen to the paper
i write exactly what i know that i’m never mistakin’ it
don’t worry about bein’ accepted or rated
‘cause, nine out of ten times, you’re in the presence of haters
yeah, i find it harder to represent
when the heads i wanna see play live are already dead
yeah, hip-hop’s in a state of emergency
on my deathbed, laughin’ in the face of a [?]

[hook: purpose & motive]
one’s for the old-school that built it from scratch
two’s for the new-school, bringin’ it back
they say three’s for the people who live in a breather
then four’s for you so we gotta dig a bit deeper
one’s for the old-school that built it from scratch
two’s for the new-school, bringin’ it back
they say three’s for the people who live in a breather
then four’s for you

[verse 2: purpose]
we struck twice for the dust, hit the ground and settled
‘round a clock, whole face drowsed in petrol
let the b-ss drown out the treble
the ground’ll tremble when the dogs let up out the kennel
we gonna make the world march to the beat of one drum
turn the light on the roaches, see ‘em all run
spark up the fuse, see the world jump
he who runs against us go sure to first blood
‘cause there’s a lot of politics involved
they don’t wanna see you rise, they wanna see you fall
you gotta sound like this if you wanna fit the mould
f-ck them, i spit from the bottom of my soul
priorities have changed, the economy’s evolved
got their hands in your pockets while they offerin’ you gold
i doubt we’ll ever see that problem get resolved
but i won’t rest till my brother sees gold, it goes:

[hook: purpose & motive]
one’s for the old-school that built it from scratch
two’s for the new-school, bringin’ it back
they say three’s for the people who live in a breather
then four’s for you so we gotta dig a bit deeper
one’s for the old-school that built it from scratch
two’s for the new-school, bringin’ it back
they say three’s for the people who live in a breather
then four’s for you

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