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letra de harlem. - daniel nass

[verse: daniel n-ss]
purchased senegalese pants in harlem
so far from home but yet so close in heart
and wore them motherf-ckers till
the crotch was tore
then i patched them so i could wear them even more
i play it close my roots
a djembe beat was the first tune
in my memory, it stays with me
like taste of the yucca
or y-ssa or flossin’ out them bay leaf fibers
that maffe stayed by me always what i desired
i’m never tired when the drum breaks through to the room
with the boom krrrat cat
that takes and consumes you
and moves you
at a pace more fast than you’re used to
hit a b-ss drum once ain’t a sound that’s more soothin’
who you then?
well i’m n-ssalang
from the same family tree repping jam ak jam
ya heard
spoken word, learn that i’m the bomb
and i’m bouta make deliveries
straight to ya lawn

keep searching for b-tches, twerking then down on knees
i’m undressing, my d-ck, impressing all those who see
hard f-cking them big, b-tts leave them b-tches pleased
i’m popping cherries, these b-tches cherish me as they bleed
i’m f-cking loco
i’m snorting coco
and smoking weed
i’m f-cking b-tches who wearing coco and got money
i’m taking breaks just to drink some cocoa or sip my tea
coco could tell her girl chanel that no man’s great as me
i’m saving patience for those that can’t relate to it
i stay explaining to hoes who think i’m fake as sh-t
of course, i’m fake a bit
it’s the only way of making it
all of your favorites do it just dont admit to it
measure success based on quality the content
i’m writing checks asking my mom how many commas
palming a palmer flexing hard as schwarzenegger
y’all don’t think that i’m the n-gga
cuz y’all just can’t grasp the concept

f-ck the peaceful valley
found his voice in the glen
used to be all sappy
now that boy’s got a grin
you can call him c-cky you may call it confidence but
really he’s just happy and comfortable in his skin
water in the tap
weed in the drawer
s-x is on your brain but i don’t f-ck with y’all no more
i’m an 808 compared to me you’re 404
cuz i stay making beats while you a f-cking human error
yeah n-gga
you a mistake
why n-ggas
all act so fake
in the kee, n-gga
i’m just tryna be a n-gga free from the constraints of society
but these hoes’ insecurities got them all judgemental
even when they happy know
they gon be temperamental
these b-tches so boring
they cardboard, they 4 in the morning
they p-ssed the f-ck out
with they phone in they hand and snoring

i’m just recording under orange skies in corn stocks
these yen socks are more than any heat y’all could drop
so if you tryna cop them ice rocks for high bucks
to look the part, i’m making bops
so come and suck my f-cking c-ck
no personality? no problem
for the frat boys, but for me i won’t holla
i ain’t tryna skeet in the back of your impala
if you prolly not someone id wanna bring home to my momma
was a soft boy
now imma grown man
was a golf boy
now i’m my own man
wildflower boy
he go hike in nature sometimes
soundcloud rapper boy
he go make them really dope rhymes
stay up all night
staying online
tyrna write lines
never need the addy
god forbid don’t need the white lines
i am all right, lost my left hand
chopped like a samurai
not from j-pan tho

[outro: daniel n-ss]
take it in the lung
take it in the lung
take it in the lung
t-t-t-t take it in the lung
take it in the lung
take it in the lung
take it in the lung
take it in the lung

taking it
taking it
taking it
take it in the lung
taking it
taking it
taking it
take it in the lung

- daniel nass

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