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letra de home - braidz mc

[intro: jerry ess]
i’m home, i’m home, i’m home

[verse 1: braidz]
i was young when my mum and my dad split
mum fell in love with a maggot
so we were never really close like rust on a magnet
threw her son to an addict so i never really had sh-t
puffing the dragon, or he’d get it from the needle
sh-t you bet i see you, try get back in my scene
best believe that your kid will come and beat you
now i just feel the rhythm of the beat dude, it soothes the soul
was on some hard sh-t, dark sh-t, strangling on bart sh-t
porsah laine and drapht sh-t – lose control
my new resolves to do these songs
til they feel it through their ears like flus and colds, music, phones
and braidz is all around like the truman show and human drones
here to nuke the throne, now this king is the bomb
i’ve been acting confused… like where’s the lyricists gone?
dwayne johnson st–ze now, kid i’mma rock
till they’re calling me for trips ’cause i hit em with drops
and the whole crowds singing along

[hook: jerry ess]
i’ve got no time to say why do i feel alone?
i’ll be fine anyway you can lead me through all
these streets give, through all i need
no matter wherever i am i’m home
i’m home, i’m home

[verse 2: braidz]
now they know what my story is i’m ready to burst fire
it’s about to get messy like a veteran turf miner
salty f-cks miss me with ya s-x on the surf style
hold square, this ain’t a game of tekken, you verse fighters
burnt types who were hyped but left in the third cycle
say what you want but i’ve never been hurt by a
ketamine thirst rhymer or venomous word writer
because ever since i stepped on this earth guy i
been k!lling it, i can go for days
born to hit gold, like an open vein
when i crack and pour out like a broken drain
you’ll notice braidz when i stoke the flame
till i’m higher than the highest like we smoking strain

[verse 3: braidz]
if you ain’t putting on a show then what you rapping for?
i see your wack performance standing staunch, back n’ forth, yap and talk
anti-gun, can’t clap at ya’ll, i guarantor your fans are bored
you ’bout to be outperformed by melbournes sorta’ macklemore
camera stores’ the only time you f-ck with the clique
stack of swords the only thing that’s sharper than this
my circle dope like we puff, puff, p-ssing the spliff
your circle dope like you junk c-nts touched a syringe
it’s luck of the dip, my whole d-mn family is irish
man wanna try me you be e.r’d like why cabbies are rioting
my fans are all hiding someone must’ve sent hansen to find em…
why?
’cause they said they f-cked with the kid
i’m back in love with this sh-t – no scat phobia
so my crowds heavy mobbing now – fat tony bruh
on some station bomb st–ze – my tracks blowing up
feel i’m finally welcome not some act opener and i’m home

[bridge: jerry ess]
i’m home
these streets give, through all i need
no matter wherever i am i’m home
i’m home, i’m home

- braidz mc

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