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letra de raw thoughts - j mind

raw thoughts, no cap
my brain kinda black in the back
for days i been trapped in a sack
this train on attack and in fact
i been tryna think for a while
put ink on the paper to draw me a smile ooh
but it didn’t work
life it is walking on me like a tile
ooh gimme a shirt
a rag or a napkin for wiping my eyes
ooh sh-t sir
take it all back back
cause i think i that lied
ooh look at this guy
he go through a lot but refusing to cry
the tears in his eyes only comply never or whenever all the pigs fly
falling my foes
gone be another that’s falling before
gone be another who gone go erode
cause mind took his soul
and he put on the road
and he step on it woah
to let everyone know
that this man gonna blow
and he lifting his flow
so the heavens gone know
and they see that he ready for greater
like freddy or jason he cutting
cutting through everyone pushing his b-ttons
i go on top of the line
look it i know my ident-ty fine
so anyone telling me i am not bound for the top
could go kick a rock
never gone stop
cooking the pot
this is my plot
that i pick like a lock
i’m slick with the bop
i don’t trip on a sock
and i’m sick and i’m hot
that’s a fever i got

mind too hot for this game word
who on top of this flame burn
ima rock with these same words
before the track the words came first
mind too hot for this game word
who on top of this flame burn
ima rock with these same words
before the track the words came first

i got these stacks of bars in my tool kit
they all hit like a pool stick
no matter who i’m in the room with
i’m still fly like the broomstick
till i die i’m the coolest
this smooth flow where the pool is
this flow is sick it’s the cruelest
so why am i still insecure
back of my head it is telling me no
that i am never gone make it all
that i am not gonna grow anymore
why can’t i put all my toes on the floor
when i do reach for the kn-b on the door
my fingers get tense they don’t know what’s in store
they selling me short like i’m counting to four
selling me something i cannot afford
i can’t afford to be held by the limits
pretending that i cannot rap is a gimmick
been getting strong i been eating my spinach
and to all the foes i been keeping attendance
ready for anyone betting on odds of me losing
these bars are reloading like bodily fluids
to anyone doubting i’ll prove that i’ll do it
you act like a mountain my faith it will move it foreal

overdose on my flow
you get high you can’t touch the floor
flow is a drug to keep it a buck
listen you stuck on the man’s
you kissing his hands
only a glance
you stuck on the bands
gimme a map
and i give you a plan
you stuck in my sand
getting fried like a pan
who could be doubting that mind is the man
ah d-mn!

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- j mind

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