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letra de cold wind (prod. atar-e beats) - anemic & atar-e

[verse 1: anemic]
//i spit bars that my raps intensify the sk!ll that i spit illiterately with energy
the ent-ty of my soul is mentally stressed but nevertheless this leads to serenity
leaving me serene i use my smoke screen so they can’t see what being thrown at who claims to be supreme
but beneath this skin is a fighter that does everything strategically but seemingly, you struck back immediately//

realize that the lies never make me stop my destined fate
and so long as i battle through the winds, i’ll never hesitate
just never state things you speculate things just to ventilate
-ssumptions lead to escrutiating things that leave us devestated

when the storm rolls in, if you cannot withstand the snow as it blows
then you cannot be a soldier with solace, you’re a weakling transposed
area 51 contains the n-ggas who act so strange
who exchange awkward glances like hobos asking for spare change

like i said, you’re peculiar with no way of escaping the vortex of hate
it’s a gaping whole that rolls the thunderstorm towards our mindstate
trust me, we’re soul mates, but if you want to escape this at any rate, we can’t wait
right now, we have to demonstrate our sk!lls to fight through the winds as we interrelate

you’re kidding me, you don’t see that this combat hasn’t reached its highest peak
there’s still battles we seek for the utmost level best of our vicious odyssey
you see, if you’re negative and attempting at the bare minimal
you’re arrogant but these winds blow you away, hypocritically not cynical

[verse 2: atar-e]
how cold is my soul, frozen i’m hopelessly hoping to thaw
what’s left of it restless pennin’ the best to release my thoughts
otherwise they pent up and get stuck i get messed up the sh-t sucks i dont know what
or how to open up, i’m closing shut without a notice of

eviction, my frictions created melody
these thoughts that dwell compelling me to unlease these h-llish things
mentally i’m an ent-ty of power
irreversible entropy
there no end to the song i sing the tragedy is life’s brevity

i aim for longevity, endlessly sending these
messages, through the harmonies of harmful things
words can damage the soul, fanning the flames with a cold wind
i know this but when no one wins
you’re goal less

no poet or opponent can dethrone this because i’m
a king tonight, decieve your mind, to obey mine
music mind control the whole industry is a mime
silently motion and create notions of lies inside
i try to change the direction by penning these confessions
but the listeners dont listen to learn a lesson
its entertainment, why these artists are so deranged it’s
mainly because the arts defaced it leaves us vacant

- anemic atar e

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