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letra de emerge - james vane

[intro]

every single day at home i’d write and pretend we made it
this is the opening to my future and you will never forget it

[hook]
i’m a get my grind up, i’m a get it in
i done made my mind up, let this sh begin
if you with me now, we down til the end
homie ain’t nothing changed, we going for the win
cause this ain’t just pretend, nooo
this ain’t just pretend, no oh oh
this ain’t just pretend, nooo
this ain’t just pretend, no oh oh
hold up

[verse 1]
quietly rapping away in my corner
aiming to be the voice of the moment
you could not silence me in a court of order
stories of my formal education
waterloo road but far more drugs
more boredom and the tar on the lungs
vocal chords are so worn out you’d think i was speaking parceltongue
am i marketable to the record labels
they said james vane you’re not able
visceral piffle little infintile missable pigment of pikatchu it’s irreversible
f-ck you i am not that kid who
will refuse to pursue his vocation
fuse a line rehe-rs- a rhyme, this is sh-t we’d happily die for
that’s the fantasy, die for the art, see it in the eyes i will never depart
scribble in the stars written from the heart every single artery, every other part of me
pardon the modesty. i’m new to the monarchy. lyrically a young master, answer me, carter iii, masterpiece

[hook]

[verse 2]
to be honest with you i was scared to admit i rapped
because of all the negative connotations it’s bought with
my city doubts it’s even a talent
you’re just speaking far too fast james charles
take a mastercl-ss in the craft of politics
your love for rap it’s pure ignorance
isn’t it bliss though every note, every tone be it black or white
or quarter tones like drake and logic
mentally sick like an alcoholic, always cold like a freezing sorbet
grimy rhymer, drop bombs like miley cyrus and her clothes
sink rappers to comatose while i float above the surface prepared to roast
no toast for rosay. paint a picture, poet monet
on the road to multiple grammys
like pusha t and his pure white cocaine
every rhyme is so divine
eliminate pain my words like morphine

[hook]

[verse 3]
one day soon they’ll return to the archives remember how that child was vital
right now these guys are idols, one day close they’ll be my rivals
don’t worry about the praise for now, all of them will thank you later
this is what you were made for, record a song of pure soul
also perform for lots a people dreaming of a new beginning
christening, beautiful new vision
that driven musician, my first transmission
aiming to crush all the compet-tion
provide for my friends from written verse
intersperse the fragments for all to witness
pure talent and m-ssive palate
paint a picture edouard manet
enjoy the rhapsody, understandably. summer raps, pathetic fallacy
patiently waiting for hip-hop anarchy
will convert most rappers and turn the rest to dust
enjoy the rush, now please discuss

- james vane

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