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letra de who am i? - fiphel

[monologue: fiphel]
fiphel
it’s this new name i’m going by and n0body knows what it means
n0body knows who i am
sometimes i have to ask that question myself…
who am i?

[verse 1: fiphel]
i’m just an average guy, looking so dapper and fly
in my jacket and tie, unleash the rapper inside
shatter the sky, what does it matter if i tackle a guy
and shackle his thighs, fl!ck him in the face like i’m tapping in time?
you can’t code, but keep laughing at mine
so why don’t you try on my p-ssion for size
it’s just a matter of time, before they bash on my rhymes
for making magic their minds just can’t fathom ‘bout half of the time

[monologue cont.: fiphel]
now i love to have fun with my rhymes
but sometimes i get kind of stupid and start saying some weird stuff that i don’t really mean
then i’ve gotta come back around, figure out what it is that i actually want to say

[verse 2: fiphel]
i feel like my life is p-ssing by in a flash
that’s why i’ve gotta utilize the time that i have
to design every last, little line in my raps
that i have in my mind but can’t find how to grasp
when i’m in a casket i will finally relax
but till i’m done dying, resigning my craft
is not an option, still i can’t rhyme for a cr-p
why do i keep swinging when i’m blind as a bat?
it’s in times like these that i wish that i could relapse
and go back to the times when i was writing these raps
as mpd, when i could lose my mind in the track
and didn’t have all these rules that keep holding me back
when i convinced myself that everybody hated me
and depression fueled my pen unabatedly
it was unhealthy, well, debatably
and the rules only help me to grow creatively
but what is it worth to just write without reserve?
craft rhymes second, spit my thoughts first?
i guess the gr-ss is always greener on the other side
but if someone told you i was happy now, somebody lied

[phone conversation: fiphel and skyscape paradise]
hey fiphel!
hey, what’s up?
i hear you’re trying to make music again!
yeah, i’m just finishing up this here ep
seems legit! but we’ve all been wondering…
where’d you go? what happened?
”where have you been?!”

[verse 3: fiphel]
i’m glad that you asked
life became gritty and i had to adapt
i took about a year off, i sat and i basked
and freaking bathed in the glory of the magic of rap
i went through a phase i haven’t actually p-ssed
but i chose to move on and i haven’t looked back
i am not who i was, every facet of that
old me has been revamped and hasn’t relapsed
but practically n0body cares that patrick is back
what is he, just a pen writing cr-p on a pad?
just a body with a brain that’s a fanatic for rap?
just that kid you used to know, a little blast from the past?
man i’ll run across country with a hatchet and matches and mags
yeah, i’ve got a habit of attacking the track
and it’s hard to imagine all the p-ssion that’s packed
in this one little man who can’t manage to grasp
the fact that to be a man he has to tackle his task
and if he doesn’t he’ll be gasping in gases and acid and ash!

- fiphel

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