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letra de broken - game of clones sprayout - degs

and it’s a game of clones

i’m trying to break the mold
’cause i feel like i’m just out here on my own

all these bars bout cussing emcees
identifying insecurities
i never thought the game was in tune with that
but it’s the new gen that wanna come though with that
what they really gonna prove with that?
they live for the hate and they move with that
but humility is what maneuvers me
and i’m pouring my soul in conclusive raps

but i don’t care if man wanna hurt me
’cause i’m walking my path on my journey
and internally i’m so torturous
i have doubts will i ever feel worthy?
will i ever feel certy? nah
keyboard warriors qwerty
type bare sh-t on a facebook page
but they never get booked man i’m calling em work-free
but listen, i’m going back to the real sh-t
manipulating my lexicon is what helps me drive for the realness

i don’t give a f-ck if these guys wanna fight me
lyrically or physically
simple schemes and rhyming ability
same old clones and same negativity
but i don’t wanna hate on that
got respect for the game man i’m stating that
if these guys wanna flex that’s amazing that
we should all be supporting the wave on tracks but still
some minds they operate differently
back to the bars bout life and the music
it’s live while these mcs take themselves literally

draw for the soy cause you’re of your noodle
friday night, wine and bugle
between the sheets it’s getting brutal

this time in our life’s so crucial
this time’s supposed to be fruitful
but our days are spent in hazy states
and arguments it ain’t useful

like angela merkel i’ve come full circle
on promises that i’ve made
i don’t wanna look back
i don’t wanna see that
par for the course you know you don’t play

i’m feeling like i got done
and i’m feeling like i’ve been torn up
with every diss under the sun

don’t really wanna test it
’cause my 3rd eye’s saying that i get this
i want out of here
i don’t like this place i need a referendum like brexit
spilling milk i ain’t nesquik
all these things you neglected
na na na na na you can’t talk me round
i can’t accept it

man i’ve got my zoot
i’ve got my brandy and that’s my loot
narcotic ways to brighter days
combine my metaphors like a harvester
sick of charming ya

’cause you’re the crop
it’s like i’m farming ya
when you’re acting up i’m sick of guarding ya
and that’s the truth

and i’m lost, in the music, man i’m working
building bridges supporting guys who ain’t earning
up and comers we’re learning

and it’s a game of clones
i’m trying break the mold

’cause i feel like i’m just out here on my own

when i’m coming for the money i don’t send the bailiffs, i use this metaphor ’cause everyone thinks i’m a s-d-st
not used to fixing things the kind of engineer that breaks it
oh f-ck it i’ll just puf my zoot tonight i’m getting faded
but mary jane can leave you feeling vacant
i feel fatigued for all this time i’m spending being hated

and i’m jaded, in the dance you know i just fake it
’cause trust me in my house, yeah
i never felt that i made it

mi casa era tu casa
but you’re fraudulent like blatter
you speak in subtle whispers whilst you hide behind your stature

spread your wings you always said that was your mantra
you were my b-tterfly you flew around
i tried to catch ya

on the microphone i feel bless
i take these words from my chest
all these murder bars i don’t rep

okay just ’cause i ain’t taking your threats
doesn’t really mean that i don’t wanna flex
don’t wanna let you blackmail me with s-x
back to the root and the square of the set

and i’m isolated
so i still need to get my end away
and i see some chick who’s safe to say
will satisfy my urge on the best of days
but that’s hurting you, i’m aware of that
i take care of that
i don’t shove it in your face like a daring clap
bluetooth souls i’m pairing that
i’m aware of facts
i never for take for granted our journey map
only speaking the truth in quirky raps, reconciling?
yeah i’ve heard of that, i’ma work on that
can’t have distractions to my train it’s early on the track
adventure’s ended we’re re-invented
change implemented girl that’s a rap

and i’m lost, in the music, man i’m working
building bridges supporting guys who ain’t earning
up and comers we’re learning

and it’s a game of clones
i’m trying break the mold

- degs

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