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letra de every breath (newsense remix) - ciecmate

[intro]
yeah, you know what time it is
haha, back again
bte, ciecmate
one, two

[verse 1]
on a liner note and a finer tip
life, i’m lovin’ it
that means the good, the bad and everything that comes with it
lookin’ back on all i’ve done for this way
of livin’, stayin’ driven with a major vision on it’s way to fruition
strong enough to break through friction and make you listen
with that homemade flavour like cakes baked in kitchens
and more juice than drinks at the bar mixed in
promoters call ciecmate and i’ll get your party kickin’
tits and -rs- shakin’ with no glass breakin’
kids who start hatin’ and whingers who can’t make it
this is my heart statin’ i’m keepin’ the art sacrеd
what up? to all the women in the past that i’vе dated
all mates i’ve spent time with, gettin’ bent and blind with
things that remind us of good times behind us
lessons learnt in crisis when life’s not the kindest
i’m lookin’ for a sign, just show me where to find it
[hook]
i’m blessed for every rhyme i spit, every line i’ve hit
every show i’ve rocked, any dough i’ve copped
every beat i’ve made, any weed i’ve blazed
everyone i know and anyone i don’t
any place i’ve been, every face i’ve seen
every dish i ate, every wish i made
any chance i get, all my family and friends
every step ahead, every breath till dead

[verse 2]
i jet set about, ciec gets about
there’s no point in bottling emotions up, i let ‘em out
when i’m doubt, keep my guard up, play with a straight face
until my cards bust or i leave with the pot
i’m a monster in the shop, so they keep me in stock
and the peeps in the streets know the copper ‘cause it’s hot
the census and cops wanna stop us ‘cause of what we got
keep us under lock and keep watch
but not me, i’m free to do as i please
i’m an anarchist to your anti christ, i won’t bow down at your knees
or work at your stinkin’ factories
i’m wide awake while feeble sheep are catchin’ zees
this whole system ain’t jack to me
if i could own an island nowhere i’d go there happily
roam like a nomad, alone until i go mad
you know? compared to home that don’t sound so bad
[hook]
but then i think of everyone who cares, anyone who’s scared
everyone who’s died, everyone who’s tried
everyone that lives, anyone that gives
everyone who hurts, anyone on earth
everything i’ve done, anything to come
everyone who endures, anything that is pure
every chance i get, all my family and friends
every step ahead, every breath till dead

- ciecmate

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