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letra de sir e.l.e one - jimmy e.l.e

[verse 1: jimmy e.l.e]
music you feel it in your veins if you don’t then you must be on some other kind of dope, i hope
for your sake it ain’t c0ke on a plate, cause my dope is my tape man i hope you fly straight, all
of the greats, have always left great advice, that’s why i push this through the mic device, so if i
die tonight then i would leave this life saying something nice like isa jesus christ, cause we
really only got a lease on life, and one day, our energies will wither away, fade like an act in
plays to be raised back one day, as a new ent-ty to be judged, our end less energies called to
the one above, love is what i wish he’d show even though he’s rahman the most merciful, i am
a common man not percival, no knight of the round table, but i did slay the mic cable
so sing if you’re quite able

end less energies fric-ssee emces for days, the sound surround resounds astounds and plays
(2x)

[verse 2: jimmy e.l.e]
my lyrical techniques make stressed freaks of emcees, i stress thee point, are the best now
anoint another looseleaf joint so do the right thing, if these melodies you’re liking then i’m
inviting all temporary t-tans to try and take a bite in this beat, i bet you’ll bite in some beef and
we can fight in the streets, or i can fight you with sheets of typed lightning, cause you’re a bore
and i am thor but not viking, cause what we got right here is quite exciting

[verse 3: jimmy e.l.e]
before music came into my life i was a poor sight, like a mole in a hole no foresight, yeah i
wrote nights and most days i would hone mics straight up nicca for no pay, so my whole page is
advanced like old age, with more baggage than an adage from a sage, experienced yet savage in
its ways, resplendent on a stage, like a thousand splendid suns on the horizon of a bay, that’s
rising on a day, mesmerizing to the gaze, hypnotizing you till dazed, overwhelming you like rain
droppings on the grave of some famine injured terrain, if no fame you’re to blame, to rain or
not to rain does not flow through the clouds brain, it just drains

- jimmy e l e

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