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letra de from the child to the mc - domingo

[verse one]
now tell me, what’s as quick as this kid?
man, when he’s starting
he [?] by a headband and start jogging
people talking like, what this kid had did in his songs
this kid always comes out, cause he don’t do nothing wrong
don’t act like i can rhyme, i don’t act like my sign
it’s easy, i’m not trying to not act like i’m trying
game to game, she thinks i’m funny, she falls for my lines
so [?] in your mind like a mime
so just move, i just found a new sense to use
your rhymes ain’t worth the ink in the pen you use
taking over like i’m the only raw mc
i think the news now should only play the war and me
i’m taking over your session, i’ma force you to love
like a [?] and the first mammal that could handle a club
bugged rhyme style stuck in your head, your love open
run to me, arms stretched for a hug in slow motion

[scratch hook]
“from a child to the mc that you see before you today”
“oh baby”
“alright”

[verse two]
faith of a rebel (what else?)
the heart of aerobic
lines crazy, wonder how long it took when he wrote it
i could be as good as the best or as bad as the worst
son, no one’s scared of your tec, it looks bad in your purse
and what has, one plan, three eyes, two red
two arms, three legs, two heads in bed
and everything’s normal, ’bout twenty fingers and toes
but his hands tend to grow win the crowd when he flows
i’ma be the pepsi, i’ma be the jet li
and diss four, reject three, i’m the one, the next me
i rise, don’t act surprised, no match, no lies
cause the only stars i know is in disguise/da skies
nice fellas but stand for nothing, curse the force
sprite’ jealous my image is nothing, the thirst is all
my lines are like, “d-mn he got too much time on his hands.”
i’m just squirrel trying to get mines, get off my branch

[scratch hook]

[verse three]
oh no, i’m not here to shop tracks or mingle with folks
i only came for the free beer and industry jokes
a quick battle?
no, you tough i can’t f-ck with you man
with your screwface and flashlight up to your chin
release your cd, go ‘head man it’s bound to be tight
cars will have them on mars and saturn, sarcasm ain’t right
so you can leave now, someone’s calling you, really far
i’d sign you if i was your a&r that hated his job
but first you see me strain in the game for five quarters
then you see me reigning/raining and laugh at your high waters
bone dry in the midst of the storm while i’m soaking you dudes
the raindrops overly warn to wait till i move
ayo
then i’m gonna- nah chill, then i’d have to bill you
if i told you anymore man then i’d have to k!ll you
cause you can’t stop no one from getting to where they going
but your flow stop growing like webster and gary coleman

[scratch hook]

- domingo

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