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letra de 5 am in wrath city (harrisburg, pa) drake remix - faded memres

from start to finish
and grit and grinning
there came rap
and then there was ripping. never once did i receive partic-p-tion ribbons
either i won or i lost. dropped or mossed
moving on is how you get a witness
ryhme while wrestling just to prove my fitness
and n—– will shoot brothers
and mothers ducking for cover
and you wonder why i think myself as a martyr
a human sacrifice
i do it not for myself but to help others not die
lovers don’t have to cry
we despise ourselves because we see the hatred in our eyes
diggers delivered toxic flows
brothers are trying to dodge the blows
i rip it like this try not to slow
come back with practice music magic
this is the formula storming you
it’s my cosmic flow
cleaning this now my k!ller mo
i know i know i know don’t be impressed by the hoes
high and the mighty but i’m morphing down here below
but who knows i could blow any second
exposure and closure both close poverty
and welcome alb-ms and clothes
so just to be honest i wrap to feed the familia
put clothes on their back you chumps still talk smack i’ll attack back
with crazy super powers like i’m jack jack
i hope you sit on thumbtacks
i’m cold and got a neck at the black moving plaque movement
it’s called daring to be an african-american and walk in hoodies and slacks
without popping a mac
or driving and ac
they tell me relax but the only jays i had were outdated
it wasn’t all bad hand-me-downs n—– talk s— till i was mad
i bring a bracket of the rap attack with boom bap
rpgs till i blow you off this map no cap
i’m a captain of the falcons my bird hears words flow water on the fountain
so what you’re counting dollar bills you’re too afraid my friend to say what’s real
drake flaw flow in the beginning kind of slow
but 5 a.m. in wrath city
tells you we all have obstacles
i remember a day has been 4 hours in the blistering cold
swole up at the feet like a lymph node
alone i rolled still alive b—- that’s goals
but i won’t give up now something tells me don’t
if i let myself get scared i’ll be owned in poems, kicked to the curb again outkast is on his own
left alone on his lonesome to hone his abilities into gold
never allow himself to fit the mold
remember to be bold and barbarous and slaughter this
i do not give a carton of p-ss
you’re p-ssed than good but when it evaporates it will be missed/mist
it’s a must to bust and have severe mistrust
because everyone wants you dead nothing is well discussed
you peasants disgust the likes of me
trying to be pleasant is cut
i f—– over the alchemy and you became sorceries s—
rhyme and theory on technique will peak the minds of those going nuts
instruments blaring like witch projects
potions brewed and made in the cut
now check one

- faded memres

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