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letra de welcome back - ekoh

[verse 1]
black mask, all black hoodies and black vans
a backpack full of dynamite, its my last chance
i can’t stand putting out heat and being ignored again
while all these other rats spit out garbage and get awarded
am i losing it? i wouldn’t be surprised, that don’t matter now
i’m blowing up regardless, tell everybody to gather ’round
imagine how these youtube reactors gon’ be reacting now
when they turn on the news and see label offices burning down

yeah, call me public enemy number one
that’s a marketing that none of your money could buy
they said i’d never make it big, maybe they’re right
but i would rather break the system
kiss the future of music goodbye!

i’m not the idol of the story kid
it’s more an allegory explaining how hard it is
to make it in the industry when you become a target
and [now you’ll?] target the office, i’m ’bout to become a martyr! (yeah!)

they said “you wanna make it big? gotta dumb it down!”
i doubled up, yeah i’m coming with the thunder now!
and if you haven’t been acquainted to the sound
i would like to cordially welcome you to the underground!
yeah, come in with a bang like the best [gats?]
and hang with some nerds
that keep it strange like some tech raps
and get past the judgement
i know that you get it when you see me
oh he’s white! he’s nf, mgk, or g-eazy

whoever’s poppin’ at the time with some similar skin
i get compared to, saying i’m just a knock-off of him
see i don’t get it, either sh-ts about the race
or i’ve been finding every whitey before they make it and biting them

yeah, i got my hand on the pulse
only take it off to put my f-cking hand on a throat
i dropped the detour, made a name, carved it in stone
and now it’s episode two and it’s attack of the clones

it goes:
one for the haters on the internet and talking
two for the cds i used to play in my walkman
three for the stages and festivals i’ve been rocking
and the sh-tty rappers ironically coming at me outta pocket

wooh! yeah it’s passion, where you been at?
harvesting the energy building up in the synapse
waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike
and it’s looking like the doomsday clock is running outta time!
yeah, tick-tock, [?] rapper, lift-off!
and everybody secretly hoping for me to fail, listen
you could never do this sh-t like i do it, i started a movement
it never goes without me, [?] move the position

yeah, but they don’t wanna see the truth man
neck is on the line, they’re keeping it on a noose, i
am the biggest threat to the people in the suits, why?
you could never buy me or anything that i do

they try to sink the ship, keep us silent
and if i finally make some noise
then i’mma die in a violent way like a quiet place
i’ll find a way to capture that monster armada, fighter race
and when i turn em back on you motherf-ckers n0body’s safe

yeah, and i’m just sick of getting written off
i load my tools in the whip, take a p-ss, and i’m off
a good man, but i’m pushed to the edge
and now i’m driving to the spot with a plan in my head, let’s go

(man, f-ck these motherf-ckers. man i’m so sick of this sh-t)

dynamite in the bag
i’m at the record label office
i approach from the back
sneaking up with chloroform to take the guard out quick
and disconnect the alarm, open the door with his fingerprints
then i step in slow
thinking ’bout my life and where i’m meant to go
because i sat around for years watching friends get shelved
while these people got rich off a dream they sell, like f-ck it

already walked the perimeter
making sure there ain’t no innocent people inside the radius
then set devices in the floor of the lobby
like i don’t wanna hurt n0body i’m just trynna make a statement

heartbeat steady
sweat drips down and i’m almost ready
h-lla anxious but i’m keeping composed
then take a real deep breath and i enter the code

wooh! that adrenaline pumping
like i don’t know whats ’bout to happen
but i know we started something
so i run across the room to hit the door but it’s locked
then i turn back to see the same guard with his gun c-cked

“hey, you don’t wanna be the hero, we can both run now
and we’ll be safe and sound, okay?”
i make a motion to the door another time
and right before i reach the handle
he puts three in my leg and i’m down

f-ck, it’s right about that time
i glance up and see his face transform into mine
and then he lowers the piece and says
“we both knew the music would k!ll us eventually, right?”

and then he closes in
says “i know what we keep underneath this floor
but we’ll never get away like this, welcome back to the det-“

- ekoh

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