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letra de mass appeal freestyle - joey the dreamer

no way, you’ll never make it
come with the weak sh-t, i break kid
it’s time to vacate your frame of mind
i came to bang these flames out, danger time
look

mad rappers wanna be me
they catching the static like old tv’s
hiding behind screens
while i give you my life, 3d

nowadays, emcees lack st–ze
i bring it out, in a seasons drought
watch your mouth, had to bleed it out
tekken assassins, i seen em move with the nina’s out

and the winter’s coming to freeze em out
forget about the fame and fortune
i’m hеre to torch em like cyphеrs on the porch
in the winter, where dinner was not guaranteed

with pac blaring out the stereo
my n-ggas had copped from your very home

the world has always been crazy
selling your soul for $10.80
cash rules everything around me
it’s a profound thing, the tock is ticking
when they muted my sound for violating grounds
i bomb them with optimism
my parent’s grew up with not a pot to p-ss in
in my dna it is documented

i was breaking on my block didn’t take long for the cops
to try and stalk a n-gga

when stuck in an opulent hood
n-ggas don’t rock witchu good
they try to pop you like suge
they try to press you
like desperate smokers with pockets of woods

i ain’t a gangster at all
i ain’t just packing a piece
but i’m acquainted with muf-ckin’ chi-raq in these streets

i only k!ll with the pen
i only battle the beats
murderous tendencies you infer from the patterns i preach

black boys blast the steel
in the name of revenge or to cast a deal
in the hopes that they last meal will last til they blow up
and gain mass appeal, yuh
i serve dope on the track
make your body freeze til the beats back
fiends stack the raps schemes til their genes snap

when i’m ripping the mic it excites
visualize my lines hitting you like a typhoon
you should be happy you even made it to high school
lotta n-ggas i know ain’t have a chance of survival

many days, many nights you know had to fight through
n-ggas who tried to, get me stuck in a cycle

i point em out like young joc
is it fireworks, gunshots?
when the block is hotter than hundred sunspots
hooping n-ggas practice they jump shot

homie got his lungs popped in the same park by the bus stop
tryna make it out of the mud, n-ggas trigger squeeze epiphanies
from big gallons of blood

the reaper comes in the end, it’s best to protect ya neck
i’m near the city where wind, decapitates on a whim
the chill inhabits a soul and passes down to its kin
chicago the only city where cannibalism wins
i’m here to eat every artist and slaughter them with a pen
appeal is massive i k!ll these b-st-rds like cardinal sin
darker than slim, harder than 50, carter, and jim
don’t ever compare me to any living artist again

- joey the dreamer

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