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letra de da swisha issue (like a book) - altair kareem

[intro]
my issue is, my issue is
my issue is, my issue is, my issue is, i roll with the same motive every time
to take her out and see the world and maybe break her spine
blowing blunts and backs out, that’s just life around the 9
but deeper understanding made us tandem intertwined
i was geekin’ off the planet, holding hands all with this dime
you spent weekends freakin’ panicking and damaging your mind

[verse 1]
i knew this one smoker, blunt rolling
did my hair and once told me
keep the guts solely just to give the spliff a lil’ kick
anything to take thе high higher
make the papеrs twice flyer
and to customize the door key of the mind’s eye
i thought about it, played with it
since my swisher came with it
is it in issue if i don’t wanna put my flame in it?
see, i’ll take the game quickly
put a force of change in it
leave your boredom slain, quenched in life squeezed lemonade
nineteen spendin’ days with nice green ventilation
lost advice living in a pipe gleaned daydream
i’m hyphy, baby, the type king they needed
when they lost life living in the 1980s
’cause i seen crazy and i keep blazing
burning like a wick, i feel like joco jay-z
been loco lately, so i’m your most hated
’cause she f-cking with the heir, tryna be promo famous
[hook 1]
this girl is called the world, and she’s curled within a swisher
and the only way to get her is to keep on penny pinchin’
split her down the middle, now a n-gga get to cook, yo
i still make her mine, break her spine like a book, ho
’cause this b-tch called life, and she fight the sh-t that shook hope
so many rillos in me, it’s a issue if i wouldn’t choke
and yeah, she give me good throat
but she ain’t from the hood though
i still make her mine, break her spine like a book, ho

[verse 2]
thought i’d never see her again, till i was in this library
bein a fiend for my pen, making bars outta knowledge i carry
and then she seen the kid, i detected the scent of strawberries
reelin’ me in, each word, her cheek a new tint
clean as a b-tch how she’d creep up and quickly brief me
on the secrets of men, keeping me up, reading ’bout my people
how we’d reach the end of oppression through elder leader’s lessons
hone your mental edge, and you can make your brain a lethal weapon
socialist flow, control yo’ means and hold your heat, etcetera
she just need me readin’ this so she can peep the teachings extra
working through her pages while we blazing, we some weeded fredricks
hampton on these samples, free breakfast, my fans be eating h-lla
conscious writings gave my boggled mind an ideology
so with this partner, imma dance till dawn, fly choreography
and every other night, they throw it back right onto me
they name tag read, “mx shabazz biography”
[hook 2]
’cause mane, her name love, and she come in every color
ran away one day, ’cause i won’t see her face in any other
spreading out the cover, now a brother get to cook, yo
i still make her mine, break her spine like a book, ho
’cause this b-tch called life, and she fight the sh-t that shook hope
so many rillos in me, it’s a issue if i wouldn’t choke
and yeah, she give me good throat
but she ain’t from the hood though
i still make her mine, break her spine like a book, ho

[verse 3]
so now, you know the story, baby, there you have it
my sweet, smart queen is also aromatic
there is not a thicker thing, y’all can’t compare to that sh-t
i prolly gotta get a ring, i wanna swear to that chick
y’all’a spot it on her finger, it might scare you half wits
and out of jealousy, you might go prepare a wack diss
and you gon’ toil all night, annoyed and mad p-ssed
but you prolly won’t get me to even care bout it
gettin’ to this took schemes, took weed, and took hope
but that hard effort stressing would leave ’em shook, yo
you can see the world love me, no need to look close
’cause i always break her spine when i read the book, ho

[hook 3]
this girl is called the world, and she’s curled within a swisher
and the only way to get her is to keep on penny pinchin’
split her down the middle, now a n-gga get to cook, yo
i still make her mine, break her spine like a book, ho
’cause this b-tch called life, and she fight the sh-t that shook hope
so many rillos in me, it’s a issue if i wouldn’t choke
and yeah, she give me good throat
but she ain’t from the hood though
i still make her mine, break her spine like a book, ho

- altair kareem

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