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letra de terminal illness - dam native

“i have had considerable difficulty in dealing with a rebel native”
“a word for you, cease travelling on the roads”
“i have begun to eat human flesh, and my throat is constantly open for the flesh of man”
“i shall not die, i shall not die, when death itself is dead, i shall be alive.”

(verse 1)
from the outer limits, with clenched fists i grimace
[?] one on ones, never ones just the illest
undisputed kōrero [?] speaker
[?] native activists [?]
[?] (yeah!) yeah, you know the caper
run my mouth no doubt with pen and paper
the catastrophe, n0body’s matching us in hip-hop (hip-hop!)
top notch [?]
from the maunga, i open your eyes from glaucoma
like [?], he knew, first time i told ya
not the gig, unless it’s mad money
showin’ off our sk!lls lets get the album running
sell cd’s in the [?] day and night
and if i’m right, this music will lead us into the light
know that if i’m wrong she’s still the dam [?]
we’re horified, we still make the mad songs

(hook)
from the clutches of the demons blaspheming with the heathens
a feline with 9 lives, i’m still breathing
more velocity, so they copy me, n0body does it better n.a.t.i.v.e
terminal illness cured by wiliness
overcome setbacks attack with the street hits
pioneers of dam greatness so where we’ll take this
mediocracy got burned after papers
(verse 2)
now we’re in town, for a microphone shakedown
elements of my style to remain unfound
it’s true i [?], still on a crusade
when they hear the hip-hop, they stuck on like a toupée
unknown dialects only known to one
affirmative action, when we program drones
when wack emcees understand who’s number one
she’s not happening, ’cause we’ve already won
since kaupapa driven, i’m still a soldier on a mission
metaphor magical equipped with mad vision
solar powered eclipse on emcees since i grip m.i.c’s
decipher wizard in a blizzard of high seas
rip sh-t in vinyl picnics, be my witness
witness my lyrical fitness, and it’s dimensions
monotone magnificent flows doctor resilient
casting dark shadows over past and present
meet your maker, aotearoa b-boy innovative baddest emcees mad south of the equator

(hook)
terminal illness cured by wiliness
overcome setbacks attack with the street hits
more velocity, so they copy me, n0body does it better n.a.t.i.v.e

(verse 3)
metaphor extravagant, like interpreters to languages
rip sh-t in picnics, eat vinyl sandwiches
final -n-lysis, do i [?] evil practices
you double cross us, you get riddled with paralysis
formats that crumble [?] in their foundation
i’m mad humble when i talk to my daughter and this nation
copycats attack my rap like [?] similes
unperturbed i burn with metaphors now into similes
i’m underground underestimate with unfinished business
my thoughts are unlimited
(hook)
terminal illness cured by wiliness
overcome setbacks attack with the street hits
more velocity, so they copy me, n0body does it better n.a.t.i.v.e
terminal illness caused by unknown dialects, cured by wiliness
overcome setbacks attack with the street sh-t
more velocity, so they copy me

- dam native

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