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letra de fatherless - james cook

(intro)
(sound of a lighter fl!cking, a slow inhale/exhale of smoke. oschino’s voice, low, raspy, deadly calm.)
aight
they got you thinkin’this a game
this ain’t no sport,youngin
this a eulogy
i’m just decidin’whether to speak it… or to be it
‘schino
let’s talk

(beat drops with punishing force)

(verse 1)
iraised you like my son – a paternal statute of limitations
now you a grown man,still seekin’ my affirmations?
“nappy-headed?”i gave you vision, traded your laughter for ambitions
put your name in thecircuit, jump-started your whole entire mission
stacks in ya bag?i was the vault you couldn’t crack!
thebank note you never had was my signature on your back!
philly godfather– i anointed you, a young king to be
now you bite the hand that fed you,shielded you from the streets?
you astudent of the grind? then recognize the professor
my lessons in your presence,my pain in each confessional
i built thefoundation you parade your platinum plaques upon
then you took theblueprint, built a palace, and called the og… gone
(pre-hook)
and you think this sh-t isbeef?!
this ischild support on a soul you owe!
adebt collection for the spirit that i loaned!

(hook – beat simplifies to just bass and kick, vocals upfront and raw)
i raised you like a son!(for what, brother?)
now you wannapistol whip with my gun? (try it.)
youdancin’ on my son’s grave – that’s a party for a bum!
this ain’t a diss record,this a funeral dirge, i sung it
i molded the clay you claim as yours,before your lungs had breath in ’em!
i raised you like a son…now look what you become

(verse 2 – beat gets faster, hi-hats intensify, like a panic attack)
you mention”wins & losses,” but you lost the plot and the plotter!
my name a whisper in your camp,a ghost in all your water
you talk”price of fame,” you got the receipts but not the tax!
theinterest on my wisdom is the crown upon your stacks!
i see you on the’gram, flashin’ cars on roosevelt blvd
but who drove you down that strip when your own engine wasscarred?!
you”dreamchasers,” but i was the dream you was chasin’!
now you erase me?a generational betrayal, tasteless
you want apistol whip? my words the barrel!
myhistory the bullet! your legacy the peril!
i walk theshadow of your row-homes, feel my presence in the brick
every line you spit about struggle make my ghost feel sick
you wannadance? then dance in the h-ll that you created
a king who k!lled his architect,now paranoid and jaded
yourcareer a beautiful house, but the foundation’s cracked and haunted
by the godfather’s curse– a lesson never to be taunted
(bridge – beat cuts out completely. only the eerie child’s sample and oschino’s voice, closer, angrier)
you think i’m bitter?i’m philly. we birth concrete and curses
i loved you like ason. now i’ll bury you like a he-rs- is supposed to
that pistol you wanna whip?i forged it
in the fire ofneglect you never knew
load it with thememory of every meal, every call, every door
and point it…at your reflection
(beat slams back in, heavier, slower)

(hook – screamed with raw emotion)
i raised you like a son!(the ultimate sin!)
now you wannapistol whip with my gun? (it’s still in my name, brother!)
youdancin’ on my son’s grave – i’m diggin’ one of the same dimensions!
this ain’t a battle rap,this an exorcism, i’m sendin’ it
i breathed the life into the dog you claim to be,before the world heard you barkin’!
i raised you like a son…now meet your father in the dark

(outro – beat distorts, slows down, like a tape melting. oschino, calm again, lethal)
yeah
they’ll play this in the clubs
they’ll scream the hook
but you…
you’ll hear it in your sleep
in the silence of your mansion
in the eyes of every new”young bull” you try to raise
you’ll see me
the ghost in your machine
the scar on your legacy
thefather
welcome to your inheritance,boy
philadelphia never forgets
(sound of a single gunshot. the sample of the child singing abruptly cuts off. silence.)

- james cook

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