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letra de rise above - emilio rojas

yeah i was born without a sin and you was born without
a spine
no wonder that you buckle in these nuts and crazy times
tryin to boggin up our debt, all i do is pay no mind
cause my b-tch is chinese when it collapses i’ll be
fine
i ain’t even on my grind i’m f-cking lazy i’m chillin
and i just bust em yeah
so when that dollar bottom out i bring my fortune in
you barely stay above the water like a doll
so fin i’m swimming in this pool of f-cking sharks like
they some dolphins b-tch
and i plan for the future
when the government they planning to loot ya’
i was born in the land of the shooters
and i moved on to the land of computers
uptown is iraq and (felusha?) everybody ’round gettin’
cash, a (minusha?)
with a bit of haze and they stash in a new truck so
they getting paid and they stashing for school stuff
you never know what a motivated man when you put em in
the middle of a (running store bag?)
when his fam gettin’ hungry in the middle of decem
(ber)
all they wanna do is give him what he never had
and i never had much all i really wanna get is rid of
bad luck
sit it in the back of mad black truck when the cash
back up better back that up

[hook:]
rise above
tell me where is the love?
why they wanna get lost?
somebody tell me where is the love?
(where is the love?)
everything ain’t as what it seems
i’m a go rise above
and show you where is the love

street magic, david blaine, feel the need to penetrate
the vein
sh-t you wearin’ ain’t gon’ make you lame
skinny jeans and limousines
still trapped in that (curtis?) dream
bag it up and rap it up
broke cherries in the back of trucks
you got a pretty face now back it up
she gettin’ wet, like an aqueduct
but f-ck that i’m after dollars
tryin to high box that black impala
study my math i’m on the path with scholars
hit em in the head like (maf hoffer?)
hit em again if you don’t rap proper
cat doctor, i fix the pus’
landscaper, i trim the bush
trailblazer, i blaze the trails
for a frail faker, i get the mail
just get me a ten with a case of ale
i’ll put it in the back ’til my face is pale
if you rap and you hit my sales
that’s like kenan hitting kel
b-tch keep dreaming this is my time
eat the lobsters drink the fine wine
‘sup emilio
life ain’t even a b-tch, she a silly ho
you think you bust rhymes, can you really though?
i know it’s true cause you see me in the video
springheel, i’m running my f-cking city yo
make job opportunities in the studio
that’s thickheaded and dumb, el stupido”
boogie nights, just put me in the movie ho

- emilio rojas

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