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letra de talk to em - c-real

(intro)
yeah
just wanna say a few words
nothing serious
hmm
[verse 1]
look
i’m just a man on a mission
i’m making the admission
i’m placed in this position cos of my disposition
made some split decisions
yeah i should’ve listened to my elders and their wisdom
but i went against the system
you know they kept insisting but i kept my aim consistent
no brother just a sister sent the message through a whisper
she kissed my cheeks
and missed the misery of me failing to get my 1st degree
so i went back and rebuilt from this debris
now im the master with this flow getting my masters and more
getting hunnies
dummies who laughed and thought it funny
are asking me for my money
yeah it’s a funny world
a chubby kid got a funny pretty girl with little pretty feet and little pretty curves
i’m sick lyrically
physically i got asthma
mentally more clarity in my thoughts than a plasma
got n-ggas faith in me
like the black star
i’m outta this world
i’m nasa
i’m too dope to be smuggling cocaine
i got new hope
i’m not bordering old cold pain
still spitting fire but these lips don’t throw flames
still holding on to the same green grenade
blaow!
hahaha!

[talking]
yo i’m boutta pull the pen on this and blow up
consider this my suicide note
i’m just letting the world know
sometimes i wanna end it
sometimes it’s just pretending
it’s intended for your mind to get a sense of it
they say i’m sick with words
i say god has sickened my mind
that’s what it is
let’s go
yah
check

[verse 2]
sometimes a static is a mannequin
one thinking was ahead of him
a man is just an african
making music for brethren
drum beats and let him in
adowa and palogo
whether poor or rich
we all dey suck koko
wealth and poverty; both have been a part of me
mistakes without apologies i guess it’s just a part of me
i mastered in psychology
tryna get my mind back
if you open up my head all you see is pitch black
lost thoughts of all sorts
success from the onslaughts
pen is mightier than the sword
so its en garde!
swash buckling, rhyme tossing and
tongue hustling
so you’re better off not to f-ck with him!
i’m on a different echelon
with every set i get it on
whether a freestyle or a song i still bring the heat along
got my fitted on as shocking as a faulty binatone
so you know all my fans’ll get their minds blown
hahaha
[talking]
people always didn’t like me you know?
i won emcee africa
people chose to hate on me
cos i was different
cos i was better than what they expected
but it’s alright
people fear what they can’t understand
people are scared of the unexpected
i just came through and i shut it down!
haha!

[verse 3]
if i rapped on it, i frapped on it
spat on it
took it apart, rolled it up and smoke it like the track’s chronic
if i touched shawty, i macked on it
spat on it, blew outta mind like my black gun tapped twice on it
i’m black on black on it
like a funeral nights when the lights gone
and days when my might’s gone and i just lay to cum on it
i’m like a star falling
blazing the sp-ce through the air
civilians screaming to clear the earth before i crash on it
i’ll never fail the test in life that most have
so just respect the hype
and get closer thinking faster than testarossa
unlock the holster
we living in the wild west
ghana still possesses the illest rhymers in africa
yeah!
it’s the truth and i’m just saying it
this is proof i’m just saying it
i’m still dropping hot sh-t; decaying it!
the sickest synonyms
i got haters and enemies that can’t get at me cos i’m the epitome of this industry
so all of y’all will cease to be
it’s just a matter of time, a matter of beats and a matter of rhymes
until the planets align
and then the game will never be the same
y’all already know this time is mine
haha!

(outro)
[talking]
just a few words
you already the know the name
blacka blacka
blacka
blacka
blacka blacka
blaow!
ha!

- c real

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