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letra de play-doh - harryflores

[intro]
yo
latin from manhattan
got a little story for y’all

[verse one]
third grade on the bus my friend lends me his ipod
puts on a rap song i found the fast words quite odd
but the nice bars went through my young ears
my friend said “come, here’s g*nius you’ll hear for some years”
“dady who is this” he said “it’s eminem he’s a
famous musician look i’ll play it, you listen beat’s by
dre and it’s kicking an amazing specimen
epitome of history rap tour veterans”
for the rest of the trip, i heard the best of his sh-t, and
i arrived home obsessed with his hits
eminem was the match and hip hop was the fuel
the game lit me aflame and i stanned the man
didn’t yet get into the great martyrs like pac
but on “shake that” i heard nate dogg and i thought
it’s poppin’ and hot a potato if i say / yo
if rap was the toddler i was the play-doh
could’ve been with friends in-stead listened to
eminem a-gain again ya
had to be there he rapped to beats yeah while
some dumb young-uns vapidly stared
back in grade three, cl-sses made me
whack and lazy but rap it saved me
gave me a p-ssion lil’ harry was jammin’ to
marshall mathers whose bars had answers to the
hardest questions he was never less than the greatest
from “my name is” to the latest feeling better methods
if he ever fades his featherweight enemies will
celebrate but they will not my boy’s still hot
he
will rock has done since they k!lled pac even
after the pill box he stayed the cleanest rapper the
same game in preceding chapters you’ll see son. when his
career’s done, his jersey be hung from the ceiling rafters

[chorus]
i was like clay (eminem) molded me
a rapper (heyyy) is what i’m supposed to be
since third grade, loved the older beats
no other p-ssion be so close to me

-close to me scratched-

[verse two]
fast forward seventh grade i now know all that he’s sung
i listen to other rappers but not the quality ones
then i heard nas, like this dudes popping it, son
god sent with a conscience like socrates come
felt my heart in the drums said rapping’s gotta be fun
what could be better man, probably nothin
so i penned some bars went in hard dropped and succ-mbed
the game took my property like monopoly done
cause when i started rhyming at the time it was my solace
though my hardest lines i could rhyme wouldn’t faze yo kid
stayed open to conscious content social comments
thanks to nas’s positivity i didn’t start in hard sh-t or misogyny or
write about depositing checks and dollars hollering
probably nas the reason my parents are so proud of me
(illmatic) still baddest always ahead ill cabbage
added a p-ssageway for me to go rap this way
now he’s immortalized in the annals of hip hop
channels change but he stays the chancellor of game
the champ of slaying chumps he chose to defeat
choked at his feet in my room there’s a poster of he
influenced my instruments
i was influenced by his music and his implements
why do people never give him the respect he deserves
say he’s fell off, that sets off my extra-b-tch-nerve
therein lies another lesson to learn
haters eventually burn so why listen to their words
just try your hardest to climb and reach your tall peak and
be god like nas and never start sleeping
trust bars you speak when you’re feeling any doubt
anyhow if you don’t worship nas then you’re probably heathen falsely preaching cause he made the garden eden
leading me and other hard mcees then

[chorus]

i was like clay (n-a-s) molded me
a rapper (heyyy) is what i’m supposed to be
since third grade, loved the older beats
no other p-ssion be so close to me

-close to me scratched-

- harryflores

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