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letra de hip-h.a.w.p. - gregory nichols

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[verse 1: gregory nichols]

look b-tch i ain’t sh-t
i’ll prolly end up dead in ditch, far from rich
or possibly hanging from a tree by my dict-
shun, tell me what you really thought son?
you ain’t ever seen a branch that thick
foolishness, like when wealthy/rich
try to tell we, the poorer folk, save up and take that trip
omnipotent, is the dollar that’s spent
in hopes of anarchism, duh i’m a communist
every second that i spend with this
god grants me another opportunity to fulfill my wish
“uplift those that can’t find their gift”
because, i too, know how it feels to feel not have that grit
while in the mix, like a b-ttery crisp
i still find ways to alienate myself, and that ain’t it
so for now, imma lend you my gist
villa van gough, ean boyd, and sam pike is granting your wish
(and we calling it)

[hook: ean boyd, sam pike, & gregory nichols]

hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
baby, i am bigger than

hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
maybе you ain’t bigger than

hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
baby, i am bigger than

hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)

[verse 2: gregory nichols]

now you could be an emcee easily
rap vеrse, pleasing we
the crowd is loud yelling for you, what you see?
talking bout weed, squeeze, and release
in belize, said you’ve been there, each year? cool
well baby greg ain’t one to speak
on them evils that i peep
every week, in these streets, very bleak
within reach
of that heat, that freaks, makes grown men shriek and accept defeat
dear lord, grant em peace on their roads to the, wore the scripture on the arm, practice what you preach
“now lift the casket on 3”
many times said to me
while i was the middle of that church so naturally (just)
drifting to a slumber like i’m falling asleep
while the devil was right under my feet
i prayed to god that i’d beat, any force that seeks
to make pure souls weep, and deter the unique
phonetically told through-

[hook: ean boyd, sam pike, & gregory nichols]

hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
baby, i am bigger than

hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
maybe you ain’t bigger than

hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
baby, i am bigger than

hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)

[verse 3: gregory nichols]
my momma was so mad at he
the day that i told them white folks in them suits that i wanted to leave
the d-mn earth, so my family grieves
because they know, deep down, i’m nothing but a troubled seed
perspective flips when i write on trees
paper, leaves, i release when i ease in these
similes and metaphors in my scores of peace
i want my black boy joy to achieve in me, know what i mean?
d-mn, it ‘tis what it seems
no more a teen on the track that arrived on the scene, beyond his means
wondering, am i prince or a queen
questioning, everything
‘till i saw billie jean, king
k!lling sh-t, so i knitted a seam
desdevliv, nashvilla, transv!llage give us the ring
when i die, please recycle my dreams
and my music, you can use it
just remember one thing
baby girl i’m bigger than-

[hook: ean boyd, sam pike, & gregory nichols]

hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
baby, i am bigger than

hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
hip (hip) hop (hop)
maybe you ain’t bigger than

[outro: ean boyd, sam pike, & gregory nichols]

“every song’s like that”
(ha ha!)
“i think it’s cool cause it makes it where it’s easy to convert to the stage really well”
{y’all do not need me what the f-ck?}
(what do you mean? noo)
{that’s crazy!}

- gregory nichols

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