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letra de dear - g'iyaz

[verse 1: g’iyaz]
dear, dear
i can’t escape these bars
its like i’m wounded but i cannot trace a scar
i been on tracks, and its obvious the race is far
it’s how high i placed this art
i embraced it hard
now i can’t do without spittin’
k!llin’ rappers once i grip it
sometimes not my intention
i just flow and it hits them
a curse or i’m gifted?
but i know
i got flows for days
to smoke these lames
i mean it, just a second and these oafs get slayed
emcees are in trouble with a capital t, ’cause i’ma leave everyone of them lying in state
outside the city gates of hip-hop
weep, cry or wail
my mind is made
was designed to slay
walking this dark path
i need a lamp on my feet
or florence nightingale
keeping me company, nursing my mind away
from the urge to have these wack rhymers slayed
i’m a lyrical bomb about to go off
i’m a time grenade!

[hook: g’iyaz]
i left a letter in this sound cause (aww)
i’m not well, look, i’m drowning (aww)
i want them, want them, want them gone
(this be the way, my letter read!)

it’s no doubt, i gotta do this (aww)
but in no time, i might lose it (aww)
and then, and then, and then, i’m gone
(this be the way my letter read!)

[verse 2: g’iyaz]
if this continues
i might have to discontinue
rap
and switch to disco tunes and
have my peace of mind
but that’s a heap of lies
this hip-hop’s mine
you better get this right
imma murder every wimp that’s dry
k!ll this disease with the sickest rhymes
spit that drastic
rap-ish
and put these wacks in
in they place
they crashin’
the culture
biting rhymes in band wagons
and i’m forced to ask this
how these rappers steal bars but they flows be plastic?
embarr-ssing!
and that’s one reason i gotta k!ll ’em all
i’m cold blooded, i gotta chill ’em all
k!ll ’em all!
but the problem is
i wake my inner demons and it’s a solemn flip
cos i end up k!lling every rapper on sight once i’m prompt to spit
whether wack or tight
you getting wack and sliced
i morph into a monster and it don’t matter your position or kinda raps you write
devil himself with rolihlala stripes
so i guess i gotta go through h-ll to lead rappers to the paradise

[hook: g’iyaz]
i left a letter in this sound cause (aww)
i’m not well, look, i’m drowning (aww)
i want them, want them, want them gone
(this be the way, my letter read!)

it’s no doubt, i gotta do this (aww)
but in no time, i might lose it (aww)
and then, and then, and then, i’m gone
(this be the way my letter read!)

- giyaz

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