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letra de mainscheme - cold blood

verse
every song can be cl-ssified with a genre
but in the end it’s all just music
i got a variety of appliances of my voice
so it’s essential that i use it
whether i’m making intense songs with lima bean rhyme schemes and controversial topics
or complex bars with different subjects on it
and blinding like high beam headlights at supersonic
the difference is atomic i’m not tryna make a sonnet
i strive for lyrical perfection but i know it’s a progress
empirical objections are honest but the hate really is a tonic
my self esteem is on sauna
you could write a novel before you describe my genre
i got an underground sound, not a thundercloud voice
might be suffering now but you puffers had a choice
maybe another life i was duller than a b-tter knife
just a normal kid tryna live a fullest life
no regrets, but you can’t live it twice
failure is overpriced
creating havoc is my job, living like a poltergeist
who knows where it’s gon’ lead me, making millions or bagging groceries
known globally or n0body
regardless imma diploma in cogency and my rapping is like poetry
maybe i’m just hopelessly groping in the dark lifelong
or maybe you all are woefully wrong
f-ck the genre and just listen to the song

f-ck the genre, good music is my main scheme
f-ck the genre, just stay out the mainstream
f-ck the genre, good music is my main scheme
f-ck the genre, just stay out the mainstream

verse 2
do me, that’s my main scheme
label me, okay, whatever it is it ain’t mainstream
i’m freddy krueger invading your daydreams
imma a deadly shooter if you invade my playground
tracking you down i’m a greyhound
can’t be plural i’m a m-ss noun
welcome to the afterlife gates if i back down
f-ck hip hop, f-ck r&b, f-ck the cash cow
it’s a p-ssion i’m not gonna gold rush
that’s fools gold i got the gold touch
clutch time but i got cold blood
and you bout to hear about buddy’s rath
leave you ripped apart in a bl–dy bath
he who built his vision outta blind faith
in the mind-state, that divine ways
won’t help a lost soul that’s h-ll-raised
who played with fire at a young age and ended up living in the crime wave
gotta stay true to your main scheme, loving what you do, not just fame seek
the lure of the limelight is tasty, but could drive you into insanity
life is music to the things that i’m preaching
f-ck what they say, just reach for your what your heart is beseeching
f-ck the genre

hook

verse 3
all you out there miracle wishing who hear it but don’t listen
you’ve pulled a lyrical magician out the hat, and i’m spearheading those b-tching
i’ll find my greatest nemesis witnessing and those feminists in the kitchen
wishing they never dissed this kid on a mission
mission dolores
wishing they were in this singing the chorus
submitting a form claiming they always adorned us
now they mobbing the tour bus but as they approach the door shuts
now they know what it’s like to be cut off
but they’ll never know what it’s like to work your b-tt off to kick -ss then be b-tt soft
nuts to the wall
i’m enlarging my bladder here for you ball suckers
your charging my battery and i’m a wall hugger
to most of you my style is eccentric and bizarre
but i’m just rap, repping my hometown like kendrick lamar
my home is a bedrock
my game is a head shot
while the style around me is eroding like redrock
but i’m not a cliff dweller living under a rock
i’ll rock a fella (rocafella) if my style leaves you in shock
come at you unique
like esco’s bars or the fiddy of old
i’m obsessed with the impossible like de tovar searching for the city of gold
won’t be punished doing me even if it’s bold
like the spanish inflicting christian sacrilege resulting in the pueblo revolt
i know i’m not the fastest like usain bolt
not the best wordplay like a crossword puzzle
wouldn’t even flex in a flex zone if i had the muscle
don’t got the best flow that belongs to the late legend 2pac shakur
pour out a little liquor
not a great performer like kanye and jigga
don’t got em’s perseverance, heart and guts
guts to scream i don’t give a f-ck
not as tough as the unit or the lyrical ability of nas
don’t got biggie smalls grit, in other words i know i got flaws
i’m not fully put together but i can express a thought, i’m a clause
but then why is it that all you people still put your hands together in applause?
i guess it’s cuz i pour my heart out into my songs

- cold blood

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