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letra de life - heit

[intro]

shall we begin?

[verse 1]
haaah!

here we go, the sounds of beasting goes in your stereo
there’s fire left with every quote, so ashes pile right where there’s smoke
i’m dope. let the records show. unmatched with every written note
i take a p-ss on tombs of foes to have them marked with kidney stones
my breath control connecting souls, armies built from flesh and bones
and k!lling lazarus with those, same spot where his corpse had rose
bro, watch how i’m composed, no. hear how i compose
going ham! think they fathered me so nou are left exposed
bar format’s the goat. ain’t no room for me to grow no more
the say their pens have poisoned strokes i’m here to patent antidotes
truth be told, this sh-t is getting twisted now and most will know
we rappers though, but shaking booty goes as sk!lls to rock a show
woah, who’s been gate keeping, that’s some sh-t we can’t let go
no. who’s the gate keeper, that’s some sh-t we gotta know
decent flows just don’t exist. their sets of sk!ll’s a gaping hole
what use in having all those gates if none of you can keep them closed

[hook(with singing in backgrounds)]

hip hop. sh-t, not again
they say it’s in the pits cause most its artist never been concerned
i f-cking love this sh-t, ain’t no way i’ll ever let it end
guess it’s different strokes, but the fact is y’all just minute men

hip hop. sh-t, not again
they beat her to a pulp i doubt that she’ll ever feel content
so every time they sing on tracks i want to truly k!ll their fans
that say that rap’s died but i don’t mind cause it lives again

[verse 2]

i’m living proof, sustaining its the very least that i could do
i’ve been the truth, and spit to keep its spirits up when in the booth
pick and choose, you either leave this culture or it lives in you
don’t pull equipped like dumb fools with scripts that dr. seuss would rue
i’m not amused, there’s no excuse, they sold their souls for cash and views
i’m still confused they took a dive on sacred ground but yet to lose
no parachutes to help them land, no scars to bear so where’s there boot?
we gave them books to study too but we the ones perusing through
refuse to have this sh-t abused you wanna sing? take the blues
we paying dues, they pay for shoes, this sh-t done had me blow a fuse
what else is new? artists now suck djs off to gain their pull
the irony is catered to, cause they the reason kats have blew
dude! i ain’t lying too, i know this sh-t has made the news
dude! this is not a ruse, these n-ggas heads are missing screws
dude! my respects for you as limited as jimmy choo’s shoes, in a british store with new designs that chicks pursue

[hook]

verse 3

namaste
see the beast in front of you that’s on display
make no mistake, i’m here to put an end to this ain’t came to play
my sk!lls are on a higher plane and rhymes are where the power stays
i’m tumi penning heavy 8 or em when he wrote renegade
sounds cliché? i know, but compared to them there’s more at stake
for my own sake, i got to prove my worth is great or get replaced
we break from different branches but the tree itself would never shake
i can’t forsake the art, i walk on humid grass to search for fakes
so every bar is written, with focus on a message
don’t regret it. i’d rather give you substance y’all would cherish
never selling(never selling) but the soul is left replenished
not a blemish left to cover up, i never was a selfish guy
hip hop. sh-t, not again
they beat her to a pulp i doubt that she’ll ever feel content
every time they sing on tracks i want to truly k!ll their fans
say that rap’s died but i don’t mind cause it lives again

- heit

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