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letra de demolition - chaddwick

the crowd goes quiet
i try not to hide it
am i good or do i look like i just try it
do i just rhyme it, or do i vibe it
well you gonna need to be quiet
while i blow your mind up with this riot
i throw a fit with this pen i got
every riff is a bomb i drop
i imagine the crowd i could rock
im jammin out to this knock on wood plot
inhalin’ sucess, exhalin’ failure
causin’ ruckus , comin tailored
this is too cool to go back to a regular job
like i look like a tool to the temp agency head hunter squad
id rather be locked away in my bedroom alone
pay all cash for my childhood home
write every last rhyme when in rome
until it all blends and i am in the zone
just like a nasty sickened syndrome
just follow that snare in your dome
just drop those knowledge bombs
f-ck college i got some of these songs
and if i got it tonight, i can do no wrongs
i can do no harm, i can rap my life to these fans of swarms
i can lay it all out right here on these platforms
i got the devil by his h-rns
now put on jesus’s hat and make sure it has extra th-rns
if you know you said something i didn’t like
im dropping bombs, youve been warned
i gotta force my labor, i can’t just wait for it to be born
i gotta force my nature, i cannot just sit back and watch this
i gotta just rap until i am dead and unconscious
do u really think i have options
not many outside of honest, nauseous, and dauntless
i am not saying im flawless
i am not saying im novice
i am not saying im mounstrous
but i am saying i can show promise
i can show greatness
i can show the matrix
i can show its a sure bet to the faithless
i can show a face to this nameless
i can show direction to the aimless
i can show connection to the brainless
i can show reflection, i can show i can change this
i can show my pain until its painless
i know what they want, and i got it
i know which way to go, and i plot it
i cross my t’s and my eyes are dotted
i stole the basketball, i was open coach, so i shot it
n0body gives a d-mn if i make it
n0body holds my hand and i dont fake it
i dont give a d-mn if you hate it
i will jam it until i makeshift
so f-ck your hatred, cause’ you dont make sh-t
i can smell it on your faces
and i can smell its pretty f-cking rap rascist
how when i spit real with raw entertainments
dont look up
dont look down
take your life
and spin it around
look straight into my face, this is what i lost
and now this is what i found
go ahead and call it a clown
i hide behind the tears of it, and suffocated every sound
i bottle it up, shake it, then spray it all around
my dignity is naked, jaded, raided and vacant
take it as a rude awaken, okay kid
im not here to be played with
i think i finally got something creative
took 6 years, but better now then belated
i let it on the loose, why the f-ck did i tame it
i should of been dropping it like this since my gross of my ages
sh-t by now id been a whole h-ll of a lot more dangerous
well here i am now, and i still got plenty of ways to explain this
dont look up
dont look down
take your life
and spin it around

- chaddwick

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