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letra de sculptor's request - dom mclennon

[verse 1]
i’ve been the only real n-gga in a lot of fake situations
that sh-t a big reason why i lost a lot of patience
you got to be the bigger man and when he’s a little racist
they wanna watch you ’round the clock with all these different faces
crazy how we went from empty [?] to these [?]
that look like we was the [?]
no matter the location, i’d pull up and they’d engage us
like f-ck accolades or praise, [?] celebration
that’s how a local [?] be activated
the deepest of organizations, i was born to break it
my last decade was a practice and my poise and patience
has been a journey but i know that i’m supposed to make it
could keep them calculations
just place me in between [?] and keem
while i whip the landcruiser like an s15
when they ask “is that a simpson?” yes, indeed
like you put an application and they get them ds, n-gga
they say i embody k!llin’ limitations
i’m submerged in the cup with deep concentration
way too potent to debate with simple expectations
some of y’all fightin’ the truth thinkin’ you fightin’ satan
i only know it ’cause i done it too, the same for hatin’
had to get right back into it, make the conversation
i don’t follow aspirations, only transformations
they can’t help but overlook, get on investigations
gotta be brazen to validate them speculations
i don’t got an audience that will require chasin’
they love the way i switch to anger with consistent cadence
holla when [?] with the combinations
a silver surfer, never need identification
my words and my [?], no chromatic aberration
the glass is at a frequency to handle aggravation
i’m contraband, so let the station call the congregation
[verse 2]
highly blessed, motivated, yet unlikely stressed
the tribulations of this life is bringin’ mighty tests
i’m used to dancin’ with the reaper in the dark
it’s the reason i’ve been keepin’ something [?] close to the chest
puttin’ work in on a platform for another step
broken boundaries became background in the humble quest
still around the corner throwin’ my potential set
the view is different when you climbin’ from another crest
turned the mud into cement and built a structure with it
learned to punch above my weight, that’s how i crush the limits
seen the problem as a puzzle i would love to finish
my favourite feeling, when you know you worked for something different
i put my mark in every word
if you trace it then the blueprint gets revealed so that the [?]
leave my messages for those who didn’t know that they’d be heard
now i’m passin’ out the language, how to make a table turn
all that sh-t i came to talk, from the sh-t i went to learn
with the spirit of a phoenix, you could live with gettin’ burnt
’cause as far as i’m concerned, all this talk just let me stay preserved
i was seasoned for a reason [?] the strength to get disturbed, listen
i gave enough to get it back and run it up with interest
turned the substance into style, freshen up the image
track the miles, watch ’em chase to catch a flow of livin’
make a special case to break it down and take commission
if it ain’t money on my story, then i’m never trippin’
my best performances were always in a clutch condition
let ogs know the pen is never tucked or slippin’
we play for legacy, it’s deeper than the recognition

- dom mclennon

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