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letra de the machine - cory rhymal

hook:
they want me 9 to five clockin
all my thoughts robotic
paper as my profit
pourin up the toxic
they want me believing what they tell me
they want me buying what they selling
get behind me satan
kuz i ain’t f-ckin with u devils

verse 1:

this a virus to the system
k!ll it
but the remedy to illness
healin
anyone that wanna hear this
feel this
in your heart and in your spirit
fearless
kuz fear is just deception
clearly
we’ve all f-cked up perception
when nearly
all have misconceptions
on what this life about
f-ck all that plottin on commas and dollars
i’m only concerned with my daughter and truth
we lined up for slaughter and label it progress
i keep it one hunnet and bring u this proof
when you was on your way to college
i was on my way up the water
and the crazy thing about all this
is that i still came out a scholar
i’m just
rollin up my lil marijuana
tread through sodom
eli persona
everyone be livin off this garbage
i’m over here just tryna end the saga
see the squad don’t do it for the money
cookin up this food for the hungry
flow feel like a tsunami
verses on swami
mouth like rowdy roddy
piper
all that blood on those diamonds
murder for hire so you can be shinin
build an empires over bodies that’s dyin
while history’s writer go to the highest buyer
1000 magazines
almost 2000 tv stations
all pushin the same thing
and all owned by 6 corporations

hook-

verse 2:
beaten and battered
beyond what the normal mind fathoms
swear i refuse to move my standards
or believe these t.v. channels
the valley of death consumin
with hopes to leave us ruined
see we rejoice in what we think is winnin
because they’ve disguise losin
so the top becomes the bottom
that shot and spot of stardom
is now the only thing that matters
as your heart begins ta harden
and fulfillness just seems farther
with every object that’s boughten
and you feel your soul is rotting
but you keep buildin your own coffin
got that thang line with egyptian cotton
dipped in gold and bronzes
but all those riches harnessed
will go and meet eternity tarnished
everybody say that they eatin
but
i can see em all starvin
only reason that they breathin
is for these f-ckin chains and these garments
and the only thing that they thinkin is
please look how i’m garnished
please give me the glory
as i
ball and flaunt this profit
don’t ever mention its nonsense that i spent a house on these watches
while there’s kids all in my hood that still go to bed at night starvin

hook-

- cory rhymal

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