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letra de virtuosos (ff#1) - e3

[intro]

[verse #1- e3]

“big dreams don’t pay, they just give us some hope”
and hope is what we need to make the going go the most
but with zombies in the hallways and cookie-cutter folk
i’m just tryna’ find a difference from the way that people mope
cause they blend in, get low, unknown
like armadillo androids, modelled from a mould
while we tested with no end; just a sludge through the cold
disagree with the dealer; call then fold
superst-tious and bold, his actions whack and obscene
his people turned him to ‘cold’, they made him pack up and leave
he crafted rhymes like they gold, they made him happy, believe
he could one day arise to be the king that he sees
when he peers in the mirror, when he looks out to sea
and has a vision of life better than he could of dreamed
it’s so far off the coast, he best be stopping the beat
and put the pencil to rest, and see the the way that they see
you can’t stand me? fine, isn’t worth my thoughts
you can help me to shine, or else my soul may rot
else my whole day sucks, or else my heart may clot
dreams keep me live, my mind make my thoughts
i thought
dreams were followed, no one told them not to
the races i’m off to, these stables are rotten, dude
call what you wish, but you can’t say what i’m plotting soon
’emilius vox’ is what i’ll be called when i’m rocking you

[bridge- e3 and cm]

now i’m slicing off these rhymes, i attack (attack)
now i’m spitting nice lines, on track (on track)
now i’m dissing when you listen, kicking back (kick back)
making fission when i christen little brats (these brats)
sounds i try and pray and wish for this and that (and that)
better get up when you quitting, fight back (fight back)
i sit here reminiscing with the blackness (black)
decompose the acquisitions and political hacks, i’m saying

[hook- e3 and cm]

we always aim our goals for gold
it’s the way we show our soul
we are virtuosos
but we ain’t goin’ solo
x3

[verse #2- cm]

sad and baddening fruit maddened you, i had ’em baffled, cut throat battle
guess thats why i’m stabbing adam’s apples
bible blabber
i’ll have you use gravel as padding and grapple a paddle
battle, mad you’ll go paddling against the current, or my flow will have you
seen medusa, statue
bash through a past flu, call me swine; sad truth
i had to have two punch lines so i can ask you to attack
and who can track you?
and who’s astute say this’ll cost you and me?
masks too, lost you, possibly meant to say costume
cross through a cross, too
cold to the bone, body frost through
stalk you, hawk eye
had you gawking at religion cross eyed
tried walking a block, like, where’s my gum, i lost stride
right mind, lost mine
i’m the boss, that’s why you never say impossible until the boss has tried…

[verse #3- cm]

sitting in my room, door locked, just writing
listen to the music up and it might bring
visions coming soon, light up like it’s lightning
quicken up my verse, but stop, almost crying
trying to defy and trying to top buying time for this -ssignment
driving right by ’em
siren won’t stop, drying eyes sliding through a red sign
sighing i might then die frightened in the sky but
i’m flying

[bridge]

[hook]
x3

[outro]

- e3

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