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letra de this is me - anacron

[hook]
this is me

[verse 1]
allow me to reintroduce myself
my name is anacron – phonics induce how it’s spelled
writing songs and making music produce my wealth
’cause i’m an artist breaking rules in the booth by self
i’m not a follower, never been a conformist
when you’re guideline’s formless, possibility’s enormous
my art’s a polymer putty that’s h-lla muddy
but i still create beauty with whatever i’m given, buddy
this defines “good music”
that underground, liemert park to silver lake infused with
that whiskey t–th, culture king, browsing fusicology
hashtag-“now playing” trending topic, follow me
find me on twitter, i’m a rhyme freon spitter
hyphy, icy-cold flows bold bro’s throwed ‘bow’s to
i’m finna show you how pro’s do, it’s so true
gallery’s a dope crew, and anacron’s the goat, fool

[hook]

[verse 2]
my mindframe is unfamous
it’s not a label; it’s a lifestyle, language
and love for music, not that lack-l-ster lameness
it’s not exclusive, any open mind could claim this
natural for the nameless; underdogs anonymous
those with open eyes can see the underground is ominous
what happened to the bond in this, what happened to “community”
busters at the top ditching unity for immunity
i’m a writer and a breaker and an mc
i’m a dj and producer, and it’s in me
that l.a. mentality to signify my family ties
understand me guys, i am hip hop personified
ahead of my time, futuristic messenger
blessing them since ’89, now they’re barely catching up
rappers singing hooks now, sagging tight jeans
but i bet they can’t get down like me on black and white keys

[hook]

[verse 3]
d-mn fool, you don’t know anacron yet? man, you’re wrong
bet i’m more sh-ll-shocking when i’m rocking than a ‘nam vet
going off from the on-set
i could dumb it down or clown around spitting grammar complex
that sideways talk ought to balance or get checked
when you talk to me, you’d better come politically correct
’cause uh, i’ll white house you
and i ain’t got to fake on what i’m all about, fool
i’m a warfarer jumping out of your mirror
if you call me out, peanut gallery torch-bearer
i rep my set, forget the rest
loyalty’s my best quality from breath ’til death
down for the homies, my partners are like kin to me
and i could be your best friend or your worst enemy
it ain’t no in-between, i’m down to hold a grudge
we could get along and grow or we could beef and never budge

- anacron

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