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letra de a cappella - cathcart

[verse 1]
it’s the acappella-spittin’ bro
watchin’ television, yo
the awkward fella kickin’ flows
who stops to smell the frickin’ roses
still rippin’ flows as gross as pickin’ noses
with this written hocus-pocus, hope it’s gettin’ noticed
just gotta focus on the locus of my opus
wrote this for the poets at their lowest
man, all that hopelessness is bogus
only makes the slowness worse
nah, nah, you gotta stay explosive
ferocious, you’re tired of the liars and the so-so t-rds
smoking herb, aspire to be flyer than a dodo bird
it’s so absurd, how they’re hardwired for the fire
but your motive’s your desire to go higher with your spoken word
’cause deep within, i hope i’m heard through this medium
i’ma stand up like comedians
for what i’m believing in, ’cause luck’s not my secret ingredient
it’s keeping in touch with the beat and pen

[verse 2]
just allow a moment, all the powers flowing through my body
now are glowing every hour, no one’s tryna call me
a coward. bro, i’m rhyming louder showing that i’m on beat
without erosion, i’m a flower growing through the concrete
no, i’m more like a maple that’s splitting a boulder
i’m going for it, won’t be able to quit ‘til it’s over
i don’t need a label to fit, a table to sit at and fable and fib
might be unstable a bit but i’m bolder
and i’m young and high off rapping, but i’ll sober up and i’ll have filled a folder up
of playbills and scripts when i’m older
and i’m stressed, but can’t even get a shoulder rub
cuz though i hate to hold a grudge
i’ve stapled this chip to my shoulder
guess i was hoping it’d crack and crumble
after all, we’re only humans in this savage jungle
if you climb, then you have to tumble
we all get sacked and fumble
and still n0body’s acting humble when they rap and mumble
cuz all this modern rap is bogus, full of braggadocios
backwards poets, who would rather focus on whose swag’s the dopest
and they’re jokers, but the actual joke is just the fact they’re noticed
lacking motives other than the cash and clothes, it’s tragic, hopeless
yeah, but like a car, i’m driven by the art, and listen
i don’t care how far i’m getting with the bars i’ve written
i won’t ever start to give in to the narcissism
when you do you find the bars you live in really are a prison

- cathcart

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