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letra de pure - dosage

ya i’mma be perfectly honest with y’all
my voice is completely stripped at this point
but i can care less bout how it sounds
its more so about delivering this message
3d11 and this is my truth

what does it mean to you?
that’s what i asked myself
look how they cling to you
see this is deeper than rap
i rather sing to you, rhythms in blues
i’m black, but i believe in all different hues
i’m jordan, but i put myself in different shoes
to understand the ignorant view, as well as intelligent
life is about violence and isn’t easy to measure it
so i verbally penetrate with a sell of it
they don’t want you to come in being educated
big fish eat little fish
don’t underestimate it
that’s why, wise people go to college
and get a doctor degree but then again will never see a patient
when we were kids, we would use imagination
sit back and observe them—it’s really fascinating!
no matter where they are, where they want to be, they will
and even when it’s false, what they want to see is real
down to a santa clause, to a jack, to a jill
they sprout though — i’m talking about a daf to a dilly
look it up! philly, out here the percentage low though
it’s bad cause gas prices is higher than the total
do we blame it on the parents? or blame it on the photos
that the eyes take? gunshots, they vibrate ya!
k!ll or be k!lled—the regular mind state
a lot of us die young, i wish i could die late
i’d rather me dilate
worldwide traveling, but that doesn’t have anything to do with crime rates
i skate, and stay on my grind beyond eight
the ambiance puts me in the correct mind state
it’s weird that i’m at ease
pennies in my pocket, with dreams of pushing caddies
i guess cause it’s american, but i don’t know what that is
if we don’t know who we are, tell me, what does that mean?
where do we come from? the man in the mirror, we run from
i’m back to my roots, now my spirit is “undun”
i’m rabbling, babbling, what i should have been tattling
ever since the beginning when they was screaming out, “batter, swing!”
i survived the tide from doggy-paddling
now i’m raisin’ the youth; i’mma call them my after-spring
i’m not the mother, or the father, but i have to be
the little big brother cause there’s others coming after me
hustlers, get your hustle on, but know the difference
between the crack game and the rap game—it’s different
we don’t sell poison, but bullsh-t’s equivalent
f-ck having a hot -ss beat, it’s people listening!
now i ain’t saying don’t have a good time
but hip hop has always been about good rhymes
if you can’t get with that… look, i’m all for it
but don’t say i didn’t give you all a fair warning
all of that gun clapping? i’ve got forty keys, in the back of the back-end
i’ve got a bad b-tch; i call her princess jasmine
i’m going for blood on it, like my name was mack 10 with a mac-10
i’m verbally an -ss-ssin, and i stand by every word i ever slurred
red alert! i got even better verse
“blood & sand” is going to be the greatest sh-t you ever heard
that’s word to my mama’s mama and everybody everywhere!
call me “blue sky”
i know you see it all in me, with your blue eyes
i know you feel me in your gut, get your tubes tied
for now everything is “rated r”, i’m a rude boy (boyaka! boyaka!)
and i’m willing to die by the gun
i only fear god, not a man under the sun
so if you c-ck it and pop it, i wouldn’t run
cause jesus was hated too, and i know i’m the one
no religion, and i’m ignoring the politicians
forgive me in advance for not paying attention
i’m more focused on the soul as a whole
and looking for love lost cause i feel so alone
therefore i drown myself in songs in my home
now i’m thorough and i’m good; i’m bad to the bone
more-or-less super, nothing like peter
parallel parker never by a meter
kent when i vent, i think i can save the world
through the art that i lark, i’mma paint it on a mural
dosage is everything they need cause i’m pure
no cut when i cut, but i’d better leave a scar
that’ll heal in due time: pain can be cured
i’m pen in peroxide; look at what i pour!
either/or, i’m here for eternity
i ain’t sh-tting you, i’m prepared for what i’m going to be
i apologize…

- dosage

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