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letra de balance - ambassador bleu

intro [amb-ssador bleu]
aye
i’m trying to stay balanced

verse 1 [amb-ssador bleu]
isaiah cole so the deity loki but that’s something you already know
been at home in the bas-m-nt cooking makeshift hit songs for the low
plain gold tee, no i don’t smoke trees but the fire in my lungs breathe smoke
r-a-r-e doing everything to make sure that i don’t go broke, okay!
from midwest coast of the turf don’t surf
i can tell you bout art and dirt
give me one more year till me and my peers make money and cars go skrt
got locals shook my vocals off the hook just fishing for a good -ss verse
cursed by the budget, it’s worth almost nothing
i know it could always be worse
“cash rules everything around me”
b-tch, please, you and everyone else in the world
got more problems than money my cash isn’t stacking
i care more bout these girls
bleu trying to get a nut like squirrels
no doom but i’m getting these tracks like curls
forbidden fruit fell from the tree
i might take a bite, i’m saying you can call me turles, uh!
work with some guys on the rise you can tell by my eyes that i’m lord of the flies
god emcee, oh my god, you gotta see how i demolish beats when i rhyme
take my time when i reach divine i need a piece of mind when you hit my line
and bout time i heard i wish you would so best believe imma do this twice
isaiah cole messing with the real rap clones
only time imma use this flow
being progressive, don’t have a message other than that i am stone cold
ric flair don’t you know, deity, cultural
being, me, double-edged sword
lord of the manor in lead showers
believe when it rains that it pours
tear me down, built me up
hold the crown when i strut
if the crowd showing love, believe i’m turning up
the ground i don’t touch and the mic you don’t touch
and i’ll fight for my right to rhyme grabbing on my nuts
oh my god imma god emcee no façade
and i’ll be modest in interviews like i’m rashad, don’t need applause
ever since so appalled i’ve been turned off by music that mirrors mirage
turned on by tunes that make listeners mosh
my muse is at minimum all of the mob
k!llinger k!lling them, quit showing off

verse 2 [timm elliott]
catch me, jump threw the trees
i’m a jinchūriki
keep the 8 on me like b or gary carter
spar with a martyr
said the crib full of c-ke like i live in a charter
hunter s. thompson, the author
lines for the interview, it’s like a cadence
like grambling made it
yeah, b-tch, i’m jaded
he granted access
specs on the whip like i made it from granite
she said she love me, i told her to plant it
green on the loafers, you think it was namek
“r” on the chest, you would think it was nimrod
dark round the mask like i’m talking to shenron
talk to the clone like i’ve been gone
up in smoke it’s like “where’s anthony?”
she couldn’t hate me, philanthropy
i look like physical amnesty
i don’t belong here like kennedy
talk to my cup for a remedy
don’t believe things that she telling me
i think i’m slade in a p-ss life
talk to shadows like theo might
she only stays cause she see the price
stay around horses like hockey fights
[intentional inaudible mimic of previous bar]

- ambassador bleu

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