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letra de state of tragedy - dna tru lyricist

[verse 1:]

i’m just trynna relax
i’m just trynna put the words on the paper, sit back, and rap
but they keep saying that:
“that boy ain’t making it nowhere in life, that mic keeps holding him back”
saying “he just opened that little bit of duplex lying on his back”
“he ain’t got no job, he ain’t go no car, that motherf-cker’s wack”
saying “he the type of guy that a girl with no future will end up having”
obscene statements i’ve seen on facebook, it seems they’re blind to the fact
all i got is my talent, and i’m in a live battle with a mind that attacks-
bipolar disorder and child support, i don’t need another court order on top of that
so i live, but i’m bout to give it up for anything – and i did what i had to do
i’m a dragon that spews his magic brew instead of grabbing, and that’s coming after you
after 2am, i’m still in the rapping mood – i can’t shut my brain off without cutting a banger
sometimes i just want to jump on a train and take off or jump off in a random place off
but god knows where, but that’s just it cause god knows where i have to be
happily in front of my computer as i rap to beats, i gotta spit another fluent masterpiece
should i remind myself that i’m dna and i’m at the peak
one of a kind, 100% original name, n0body matching me

[hook:] (x2)

it’s so sad seeing these people turning hip-hop into a state of tragedy
no blasphemy, i’m outta key, people want to represent [?] capacity
attaching these so i ain’t hurt, embody to the depths of an acidy
to actually follow everybody else in this pathetic, kinda [?] fashion i see

[verse 2:]

ask me to be -ss wannabe, hazardous see me turning the lazarus 3d
see me dazzle em or see me battle
how is this easy for me to cut the babbling money to a babylon
with a computer with a bit apple on it, f-ck mac
i’m sticking to dell and i ain’t going to h-ll
illuminati fellas f-cking with me, til i get backs
i came with this lyrical strangeness
outta my mind? b-tch, i’m outta my brain
instead of grabbing a stainless, til i’m popping a painless pill
i aim to k!ll with real lyrical creations
leaving your mind in spirtual amazement
star-gazing, heart racing, the hairs on the back of your neck gets hard
faking the feeling you’re taking in, when-
they fear of the art til they think of my march
and the wreck leave a mark, and the second to hardest-
to wreck, tear apart, they can exit the heartless suggestion: saying i’m starving to death
this the martian on deck from the planet too far to connect with a telescope arch on the jet
and i tore apart my neck to protect me from the harshest [??]
hitting like a [???] and the bear skin on my bed
for when the winter blizzard triggers like a hearping attack
[???] shouldn’t, no joke like, no air in the mattress on top [??]
the baddest hazardous hand that’ll stand this
ashes to ashes, ash for the matches
lit on the mattress, causing poisonous g-sses
choking, gasping-

[hook:] (x2)

[verse 3:]

this is thirteen years, about to murder em like a hundred tears
and leaving em more stunned than deers staring in the headlights of a thunderbird that get driven by a driver that’s drunk on beer
so i tell em ‘have no fear’ cause dna is the one to fear
demolishing your rap career, getting better year after year
and i’m back in here with a rap
there’s no one making you look like bakerstone
taking you, we’re taking you to run and get [?????]
i stick up for the g-o-d, and he knows me, and i know him
and he knows i’m for the g-double-o-d, good
trynna fight that sin when i ignite the pen
to entice these men to let em know that i might come in with a bike behind my grill at home
do you know what it’s like to know you’re the best on the mic?
see an emcee’s life change overnight so you’re overbiting, it’s over, right?
in the soldier sight, when you hold the mic and dare anyone who’s cold as ice
you might wanna step up bold and fight, get rolled like dice
through the motor strike, and you’re f-cked in the colon pipe
i’m the molten light flowing ultra-device
digging holes in the side, and you open your box seeing nothing inside
i wrote with the pride of a [??] send em with a [???]
got a hook in your spine, creeping up from behind like the candyman
open your [?]
won’t stop the night, thought it was your night but it’s not
it’s my knife, this my life, this my mic

[hook:] (x2)

- dna tru lyricist

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