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letra de soma - dangerfield

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verse 1:

trynna flex up? boy you tripping
you nothing, not to my kindred
stop stunting you wh-r-s are groupies
we hunting like horror movies

still its all love bro
just delivering the smoke
like a qp of the dro
light the wood and then we go. (hey)

we bros know, we conjuring the solace
heat tho the flow it only be the coldest
(aye who is this?), but you know i’m really bout the business
hopped up in the function just to spill real i’ll sh-t

imma urban shaman
catch me whipping up some ramen
and brewing some ancient potions
while cari stay blowing potent

i’m studying nostradamus
uncovering thoughts so cautious
still obnoxious, equal conscious
when we c-ck this, leave em nauseous

like a migraine, y’all complain
about the same sh-t
you ain’t famous, you just lame kid
but uh my guys stay, inside the ice age
we conjuring newer ways, to get up, get out, and slay. (aye)

boy what the f-ck do you want?
like what in the f-ck you expect?
solace kids be the coldest sh-t
grip a fifth, off the precipice

raised up in the a
you know we harbor demons
youngins mental led astray
only focused upon the scheming

if she don’t f-ck with who i am
then i’m outta there my man
wasn’t raised up to withstand
a person f-cking up my plans

my mama told me, lil homie there ain’t nothing that you can’t do
keep on murdering mic’s till the haters become a fan too

keep it duly noted, truly loaded, warlock c-cked and coded
rock and roll em, keep the flock in motion as we overthrow em
no controlling, kids who got the magic
live sporadic, ain’t no habit, for this rap sh-t, we actuality addicts

that is clear as day
mental set on what i say
manifest in every way
on my quest to mature with age

try my best to write every page
out of love and not out of rage
but these vermin just can’t behave
so we’re turning them into paste

verse 2:

why they trynna tell us that we caint yo?
cuz im really feeling like we can
days im really feeling like i ain’t bro
but today b-tch im feeling like the man

pulled up feeling like the man
i don’t think they understand
grams in my hand
had popped a xan, then we had to scram

moms she could never know
palms getting sweatier than ever bro
a buncha hooligans
slimey as lubricant

a young lover, still a grimy mother f-cker
ask my brothers
or the other youngins hailing outta tucker

got a circle, close knit
it’s a cold world, yeah no sh-t
but we do this with no grip
and we spread love, get lit

pondering and wandering on how to set it off
we write a poem, no a fable
j r tolkien mixed with bach
we cane and able, slip and scoff
y’all soft as pillows, weeping willows
peep the sk!lls, yo sh-t ain’t thrilling, worth a shilling, make a mess
exile the stress

discreetly sneak and then deplete
the meek, we reap defeat
while grimacing we came to bring
the sorcery while gathering
and mastering the art of being
and forcing the endorphins we
explore the deeply horrored core
engorging on what lays before

the carc-ss of a better me
been working on my energy
and struggling bringing ends to meet
inside the soul i claim as me

ashamed to see the ways that he
complains bout stressing frequently
ignoring all the blessings
that are plain to see in front of me

so awful i be monstrous
life is way too monotonous
an optimist who offers his
all to off the metropolis

the opposite to all of this
opposition of ambience
zombies up on the ottoman
awkwardly atom bombing em

- dangerfield

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