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letra de artifacts - barclay crenshaw

[verse 1: ak]
everything expires but not the fuel to my fire
every toke i’m higher skyscr-per like the empire
brooklyn n-gga i’m goliath
too stoned, whenever light up
i deliver like i’m midas
straight gold not even tryin’
gs move in silence, surveillance around us
search for nirvana souls get eaten by governed piranhas
open your iris to to the signs and the omens beside us
that’s why we ridin’ with the shotty gears of war don’t try us
i keep an ak in my trap door lift the wood you’ll find it
i took a vacay from the rap game and i’m still the flyest
i fornicate and puff grade a while on resorts and islands
seen all sorts of violence
took some losses through it all i triumph
they can not break a g o d stackin’ the k ’till he obese
switch my lanes like need for speed
use my brain like nzt
a cast away, you lost at sea
try ride the wave but you ain’t g
ain’t no time for perpetrators only real, my team supreme
hey
everything expires but not the fuel to my fire
every toke i’m higher skyscr-per like the empire
brooklyn n-gga i’m goliath
too stoned, whenever i light up
i deliver like i’m midas
straight gold not even tryin’

[verse 2: issa gold]
took the crucifix up off my neck ain’t got no time to pray
i’ve been sticking to myself in constant battle with my faith
i be floatin’ round the city only fake sh-t in my face
demons taking over everything real quick like ándale
see we living in a holocaust this is a silent war
but i kick back burn the connoisseur and hit like molotov
all my pages kinda soft, got a problem knock em’ off
chop em’ up like we in store now that’s a dinner for my dog
i grew up on lil’ weezy man shout out to hollygrove
told me check that fettuccine like i’m whippin’ on the stove
i remember growin’ up these n-ggas took me as a joke
now i came up out the back i’m imitating rosa parks

[chorus: issa gold]
standing like they down for somethin’
they ain’t bout’ nothin’
acting like they out here really stuntin’
they mostly frontin’
no i bet you keep your job up bustin’
i bet he bluffin’
n-gga’s softer than my mother’s m-ffin
move like mclovin
[x2]

[verse 3: issa gold]
ain’t a saint livin’ amongst us see we all f-ckin’ sinners
and the ones inside the church they mostly lost than delivered
got a global dominance to make the war f-ckin’ finished
if you really got the world inside your palm close your fingers
do your thing, you can pray up to the lord for your riches
but the bigger picture n-ggas f-ckin’ poor in the scripture
grip the cross around my neck like take control and defend us
demon on my shoulder said that jesus gone ’till november

[verse 4:ak]
lawd…
when i’m on the record like guiness i’m p-ssin’ limits uh
travel like i’m moving my pivot i gotta get it bruh
shorty fell in love with my image i lift her spirits up
a privilege if ak tryna hit it her man be wit’ it
offer after offer give your daughter to this author
give her life, n0body taught him
on this sh-t had to work hard for
an iller breed with ignorant tendencies
that hot sh-t i deliver so i know they remember me
like fiends they comin’ back bumpin’ your sh-t made em’ relapse
i got the buddha, got the jack
lil’ mama where you at
for all this karma got my back
but we still mobbin’ with this track
like a toddler in iraq, with the knowledge we the gat’

- barclay crenshaw

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