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letra de the beginning - harawa

[hook]
way too young to be reminiscing
yesterday was just the beginning
they used to ask me “why you always on that drake sh-t?
you a poet bro, but homie can you really spit”?
now they look at me when i walk through
put my name on the map, the city coming too
so mark my words when i tell you
this is just the beginning

[verse 1]
set expectations, surp-ssed them and made new ones
new 1’s, cause i’ve been running this game for too long
that my soul’s worn out
now how do i get a new one
without becoming someone they knew, huh?
it’s too much
only a few would see the nuance
creating chaos with my lyrical napalms
spitting a seance to all of the rappers you heaping praise on
just to tell them that they never reached the echelon i’m on
oh man i hope my head stays screwed on
before a holly holm comes along and shows me where i came from
pride really does come before a fall
really thought i’d have it all together way before the fall
but oh well
on the move like a dead-beat dad hopping motels
tryna escape surroundings he knows oh so well
while shame and pain be grabbing at his coat-tails
lost in this labyrinth i made cause these patterns changed
amazed at how negativity plagues the mainframe
it doesn’t make sense anymore
cause trying to fit in doesn’t permit any sp-ce to grow
it’s better to know, than be in limbo
thoughts dancing around like a bimbo at a divorce hearing
vivid as ever, hardly clever, not far from kleber
generally i’d step away from the center
but i’m tired of special mentions
talking to the m-sses like i reside in the vatican
man it gets so hard cause it’s like i be talking to mannequins
getting manipulated by stipulations in media, it’s tedious
but somebody gotta do it
and i know that it ain’t you
ain’t gonna sit on my -ss praying for breakthroughs
life don’t work on hand-outs so i’m finna pay dues
this is long overdue

[hook]
way too young to be reminiscing
yesterday was just the beginning
they used to ask me “why you always on that drake sh-t?
you a poet bro, but homie can you really spit?”
now they look at me when i walk through
put my name on the map, the city coming too
so mark my words when i tell you
this is just the beginning

[verse 2]
seems that all you need to make it is some auto-tune
sh-t ad-libs, high-hats and some 808’s
but i was sent out from the pearly gates
to penetrate
the minds of generations past, present, yet to be made
does that sh-t pay?
paved the way for constant honeycomb echos, amazing grace
tried to put my sh-t to bed, you never gave the time of day
now vicky’s secretly sending me catalogs in négligées
guess it all works out in any case
knew i needed a break when all i thought of
was getting head from groupies we’d let on the tour bus
and i was hanging with hittas
who would catch a body over pennies and harlots
gutters overflowing with the tears of single mothers
eye in the sky, horus
because you couldn’t follow decorum
gripping the taurus
bloodline of ordóñez, cut the bull
you ain’t really down to live like that
busting 40’s for 20 to life, you read the contract?
nights behind the pen, my penmanship is immaculate
writing these letters to free my brothers from sentences
never asked i dun went and put it upon myself
to be deeper than pandas guess i’ll never be famous
people gon’ attack saying “you be on that trap sh-t”
but i’m the type to flip the script
and spit on sh-t that mozart writ
don’t play with these words, that’s food for thought
the baddest since red leather jackets and moonwalks
they just mad that a black, african rapper can be as smart as this
and still go as hard as this
diction marvelous it’s obvious that i’d be ominous
to the m-sses who boxed me in, and thought that it
could keep me silent
i’m miming my way out of your mind state
because you’d have to tie me down to keep me from showing out
they never thought that i’d be walking in the shoes i’m in
254, 265. always stay reppin’

[bridge]
this is just the beginning
tell me what you gotta say now?
ah-ah tell me what you gotta say now?
used to flow with the tide
but i make my own waves now, own waves now
now they look at me when i walk through
put my name on the map the city coming too
so mark my words when i tell you
this is just the beginning

[outro]
this is just the beginning (x4)

- harawa

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