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letra de these emcees - dex amora

(dex amora) [verse 1]
these emcees ain’t even real emcees
they’re called rappers, fake to the core i can’t relate
wondering why they’re always lying bout doing something they ain’t
like, if you’re making millions you ain’t pushing weight
why lie? it’s easier to tell the truth – keep it blatant
see right through their lies it’s almost as if these cats were naked
…we just ask for some truth in your lines
but we can’t even get that cause you don’t write your own rhymes!
i’m quite serious i’m sick of the same sh-t
everyday on the radio, fisher-price that lame sh-t
to the point where you insult my intelligence
we got a problem when your wackness hurtin my eloquence
i’m just saying legitimate’s non-existant
keepin it 100? guess i got the game twisted
but yo we bout to change that, please believe
cause everyone is bout sick of these emcees

(dex amora) [hook] (x2)
these emcees ain’t even real emcees
they’re called rappers the farthest from an ill emcee
all these actors, i swear they all deserve emmy’s
give em a couple years you’ll see them all on tv

(david l. martins) [verse 2]

lost generation, a face for the blind
chalk on the pavement, the basis for crime
they talk pages and pages of lies
and ol’ strangers be changing their minds
with a dime for a rhyme, and the shine to sell
if heaven is a ghetto then i’ll die in h-ll
among the rebels, never settle for the shrines of wealth
and f-ck a bezel, the embellishment is clientele
we all fell from the top, turned to rock and stone
shunned from the kings, where they watch the throne
the process goes ’till the moshes grow
and conscious souls, are led on to the promised road
my mind is old, but i’m young at heart
inhale coal till my lungs are charred
one love, to aes, b.i.g., pun and nas
jay, dilla, ‘the crates’, ikon and ra

[hook] (x2)

(k. wiz) [verse 3]

how can you call it a rap
with all the mental & vocab that you lack
television and radio got you caught in a trap
watch the pop trickle down, and move in to all the m-sses
you see it if it smashed ’em or stached off your gl-sses
just to establish your name in this industry
we share the same ministry but not the same religion
i came with a vision to elevate on my chosen platform
words of power and not to transform the dance floor
what are your plans for, if there’s no execution?
i steady studied the greater, finding the best solution
we need a resolution, or maybe an evolution
or keep it movin’ in better hopes of a revolution
to say we spread pollution is maybe an afterthought
real talk and rhythm is why they call my a rapper for
it’s got me standing tall, fist to the universe
gotta give it up to the past, stick to the last buzz

[hook] (x2)

- dex amora

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