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letra de encounters - c-scripture

verse 1: c-scripture
i just sit and i write rhymes
raised on the block with the homies with fly rides
pushing on the paper so my rhymes define i
my lyrics is my spirit so my living ain’t finite
my dreams, i be spitting i be getting these five mics
but raised on the block where the homies will not rock
with n-ggas that be broke, that can shine in god’s light
believe it i’ve been woke, i done seen it in my time
everybody wanna make money when i rhyme
and some don’t see it, they just push me to sidelines
i’ve been on the grind trying to keep with this rap life
working nine to five, i ain’t thinking no spotlight
i’m thinking on my bills and what my shawty will act like
my paper running low while i’m kicking these rhymes now
if i can make a k!lling, i would give it my life now
spit for a living, never living to spit

hook: c-scripture
i’m just giving my rhymes now
started with my life like i’m giving this hype now
now we’re taking it right back
encounter with encounter documented as art now
i’m just giving my rhymes now
started with my life like i’m giving this hype now
now we’re taking it right back
encounter with encounter documented as art now

verse 2: c-scripture
eh yo! i had this façade, that i would rap and never market
that would make me a star
so i was rapping on the block trying to make me a mark
but the cats they was sleeping; ain’t feeling my style
i met a couple cats say, i’m ahead of my time
i be living with the rhythm, i’m just taking it out
cause every time i make rhyme i’m just speaking your heart
the little dark part! you ain’t talking about
you take a doubt? now why you listening now?
i’m the little dark voice in the midst of your heart
i paint a picture of your heart when i get on the track
everything you ever wanted when it’s leveled in art
still benevolent, it’s evident i’m making this rap
so i’m telling and i’m taking in the piece of the art
now let’s celebrate i’m telling them i’m king of this rap

verse 3: c-scripture
they told me rap was dead they don’t do three verses
i came so prepared and i brought three he-rs-s
i left a rapper shocked when i made these verses
composing in commotion i was raised in these places
born in malawi after 36 chambers
my versatility could match 36 strangers
mfana wa ziwindi i was born to spit lasers
cutting through your heart i don’t need a free mason
i got an open mind when i spit these verses
read between the line i’m encrypting these verses
the streets hot, sh-t hot, everybody hip-hop
cats popping drugs on the block like the sh-ts hot
read between the lines, everybody wants to get right
we just live in times where a n-gga gotta get down
always watch your back, it’s your n-gga that can clip ya
always watch your back, it’s your n-gga that could clip ya

- c scripture

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