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letra de the bunker freestyle - iso indies

[intro: conchezyout]
yeah

[verse 1: conchezyout]
less ego and more soul
tryna make it clear like a sore throat
they too concerned about my wardrobe
but they goin’ broke
we been prayin’ forward only lord knows
just got an invoice, sh-t had about four o’s (whoa, whoa)
pick the locks when the doors close
n-gga, this is my house, f-ck a foreclose
we stayin’ in control, f-ck the hormones (stayin’ in)
come outside the hood, look like a warzone
come first, my n-ggas check everything, watch your jaw bone (watch it)
[verse 2: dillmatic]
back then they used to call her jaw bone (yeah)
wе was lil’ freaks watchin’ p-rno goin’ crazy with the hormones (crazy)
now wе payin’ cardinals (facts)
lighten up like charcoals (light it up)
lost a couple homies, but i’ll meet ’em at the crossroads
iso in the hood, he’s gotta ship ’em out like cargo (yeah, boy)
back in high school, rock the polo with the cargos (back then)
take a trip to dad, grandma ersey had the car full (word)
i need like six rings like the bulls in chicago (woo)

[verse 3: conchezyout]
yeah,’cause we be out here three-peatin’ (we be out here, we be out here)
pumpin’ fan, they hearts, you could hear beatin’ (word, word)
schoolin’ all them, and we still teachin’ (schoolin’ all them)
wanna talk bis? we could set the meetin’ (set it up)
light us up, yeah, we still chiefin’ (light us)
you be lucky if you still breathin’
always think before you start speakin’
with yourself, you be still beefin’
’cause they ain’t real, they just real misleadin’
tryna read me, but you misreadin’

[verse 4: dillmatic]
yeah
we in the bunka
rollin’ up some skunka
layin’ down tracks, you could hear the hunger
every day is numbered, and we ain’t gettin’ younger (nah)
so i apply pressure like a d-mn plunger
they ain’t for the culture, they all vultures (they all)
they all vulgar
we need structure for these youngsters (chill)
they all pumped up
pushin’ dumpsters (wildin’)
see a cop, then rush them
we need change, but we all fl-stered
[verse 5: conchezyout]
it been this way since they called us colored (been this way)
for about ten summers
dj mustard, the revolution’s still loadin’ like it got a buffer
now we got to wear a mask to keep our face-covered
and they shootin’ us with bullets, that’s rubber
we gotta be keeper for our brother (we gotta be)
how we ‘posed to come together?
it’s families that can’t recover
still in mournin’ why we gotta suffer?
this the beginnin’ ’til we see another (see another)
another

- iso indies

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