letra de lightwork - hpblk
[verse 1: hpblk]
born in a nineties era, worn nineties i’m set up
to get papes in corporate estates it’s a rich man’s favella
still felt by the suit-and-tie and those who on they grind like bam margera
fam you ain’t got the spine to back beefs and be clever
flow deep as a sea in the path of a pharaoh
labels binned my demo at they own peril
now waiting for the call like colin farrell yo
my crew feral, eat good, putting rappers on meat hooks
it’s peak ’cause my thesis is you was fеces and now your team sucks
now eyеs on me like a mother’s cursing kids in public
talking often about how her baby father’s nothing
talking top-tens gen better be in your discussion
walk in west end with something from the czech republic
it’s gen like who’s that blasting a nine?
my life’s choices were charizard’s or blastoise’s time has been kind
don’t ask me for racial preference br–sts or v-g-n- is fine
run up in open mics and smell pure v-g-n- and fix the tie
you should assume i have a verse for every rapper alive
or at least your top five and any one you say is dapper as i
and i ain’t said dapper since kappa would get you girls on the side
since side chicks sat by uncles had nike dunks on my mind
since velour suits and velcro, cue the laughter
my crew moving like velocirapter, hopped out the astra
tryna hop in the porsche spyder
incite the state of mind that excite the type to questing life, uh
[chorus]
they chatting like we dope but it’s lightwork
stop acting like a ho, start acting like you know
hybo- and kosyne with that type work
[verse 2: kosyne]
i death stare every blank page
and watch it die slow as i quote all my tirades
a diatribe of couplets
art stacked against us like indigenous tribes
versus a galley and the settlers with muskets, it’s nothing though
still chasing pennies behind a mic persona
word gets around like a (fenny son) or a nice controller
nervous they sighed if they pinned against us they life is over
can’t see for clout or enamel from all the grime and mold, uh yikes
i hawk a loogie upon your topless i’m easy-going
bone-in like the cap that pedals soft means i love ’em not
rose pedal rappers i fl!ck their off switch
i’m cropping up twice a year guess their verses are equinoxes
the flow so obnoxious kos’ constantly hold your conscience hostage
pull up your cheddar tell it buenos noches
in the pocket like jazz guys who leave the metronome at home
i’m aligned i’m lit iron charged up to go let’s go, let’s roll, ayo
[chorus]
they chatting like we dope but it’s lightwork
stop acting like a ho, start acting like you know
hybo- and kosyne with that type work
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