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letra de on love - breez evahflowin'

breez evahflowin’ ft. dirt e. dutch – “on love”
[emcee(s): breez evahflowin’ and dirt e. dutch]
[producer(s): dj static]

[verse 1: breez evahflowin’]
yo
that change, that change that gon’ come
congress c-ckblock, obama don’t c-m
change get put on the backburner, knives in the
back turn ‘em to nat king cole from nat turner
that turn of fate turned debate to the base
been trying to tell you since b-ss in your face
draped in that hate like jewels to liberace
publicly, fools don’t navigate with n-z-s
but presidents do
true. yo, yo, yo, i’ll fit
a lot of wild stereotypes: a child with no wife
set it with low-lives, that credit with no swipe
can’t fight the science, statistics i don’t like
being one example, i imagine about your life
what you’ve been fed your whole life. pops, his
whole life go back like a hundred and for life
to the first white with the foresight to foresee
“i see a land that’s not mine, but gon’ be”
rolling with scallywags where the boats be
first immigrants that got here from overseas
smoke trees, soak up the wisdom of the o.g.’s
turn around, cut ‘em in half like ben ken0bi
no deed goes unpunished—truth
no deed was involved when they robbed, pillaged, and looted

[hook: breez evahflowin’ and dirt e. dutch]
it’s on love. i see how you get down, though
it’s on love. i see you. for real
it’s on love. i see how you get down, though
it’s on love. i see you. for real
it’s on love
it’s on love
it’s on love
it’s on love
love, love, love

[interlude 1: sample from aldous huxley’s “the ultimate revolution” speech]
“…will enable the controlling oligarchy to get people actually to love their servitude”

[verse 2: dirt e. dutch]
choose a side ‘cause it’s do or die. who do you ride for?
it’s suicide. you and i, who we divide for?
are we alive? are you sure? who did you die for?
who’s making strides from our lives while we all die poor?
look inside, y’all. what the h-ll?
rick and carl might as well pop our melons with the knives, y’all
the timeline’s all swell. i’m fine, i’m
shining, i’m grinding, i got no time, but
that digital gr-ss is green. it’s more
like a rock in a hard place with your -ss between
and that cash is lean, and if cash is king
well, then, credit is queen. we’re indebted to fiends
two-headed and mean. kneel as a team and then
behead ‘em, leave ‘em dead and redeem. what i mean is that
the dark and cold can be defeated by the hearts of
gold—heat ‘em up with the art of the soul

- breez evahflowin

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