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letra de fake woke - justpaze

[tag: cee figz]

[verse: paze]
one two three take a step back, i don’t wanna talk to you dumb to the brains
getting too close to the main subject gonna get devil paze into cause and effect
hung up on the ledge with grease on my nail so long captain hook holla’ man for my help now, therefore, let me give a short intro:
f-cking with this art’ straight bad for your health
sp and figz got me drilling, mic check
had to let you hit prime to be levelling my head
wasn’t even trying but the state of the game had a brother dead stressed, y’all wack, take a break
teen women dying on my land where the greatest empire once unified east to the west
saved your elders and theirs, babylon liberated
made what you know as human rights foundation
(yeah) but now that’s all a myth if you follow any news
mahsa gave her life for the right to let her choose
at twenty-two, demise is what oppression really do
little simz where you at, why are you playing peak-a-boo?
representing girls or that’s all for the press? mine dying to be alive, blood pouring down their face
پس کدوم گورین رپرهای رویه سن که افتخار دارن به ازادی و بیداری توی جسم؟
(so under what grave are all the rappers who pride on freedom fighting and enlightenment hiding now?)
dave young king, i see you accumulating fame
a name in the game, stacking paper, getting laid
maybe all that weight put your mouth on ducky tape got you silent on the matter, is you dumb or in the bed?
well no stress, you ain’t the only blame, everybody’s woke till it’s time to stay awake
then its art of choke, brain state vegetated
train of thought on tippie toe, not to get the powers vexed
send that to lowkey, akala, wretch
maybe you ain’t free to lead my generation
thought rap was art of war for people on defence
i guess i be on my own cause this sh-t forever changed
we could go dubai together partying to death, but in that realm i’d be a hitman for rockefeller men and before you blew, i’d have had to make your bed
now if you’re really woke you know the f-ck i’m trying to say
(false prophets)
i’d never confess to a saint
playing god you got me h-ll-bent to revenge
i don’t wanna fight but this has to be said cause my women get be headed showing strands of her hair
(gheyrat!) no place got a word to be par
screaming f-ck feds as she’s battered in hijab
فریاد زیر آب، دختر غرق خونِ باز
(silent screams as she’s drenched in blood again)
قربانی شدن‌ جوانانموم، ته تلخ این کتاب
(sacrifice of youth the bitter end of this storybook)

[hook]
f-ck it never mind, im’a do it on my own
game’s shady, i’ve had enough of y’all
rap made me some h-ll of year agos’
but this sh-t changed yo, rap game’s fake woke
rap game’s fake woke
f-ck your excuse homie, i don’t wanna know
catch me sitting on the moon p-ssing on the rap floor
rap game’s fake woke
f-ck your excuse homie, i don’t wanna know
catch me sitting on the moon p-ssing on your rap flow

[verse: paze]
nowadays everybody wanna rap like they got something to say but nothing comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of bullsh-t
you motherf-ckers not woke you’re just d-ck riding movements
fake gs packing in the rap game where’ our uk nas or rakeem’?
no sh-t you ain’t built the same, wanna be king luthers’
acting woke but really sleep walk at very best
(koskesh)
lemme tell you if it weren’t for the west, we’d be fifty years ahead flying higher than the rest
(no sh-t)
now you seeing people in distress, but you silent like you love the sight and feed up on our pain
(koskesh)
shout to dua, gigi, bella for the texts y’all the realest in your era, head and neck above the rest
(god bless)
my own idols, i’m h-ll of unimpressed, trend riders, f-cking fakes
همه دو هزاری، یک پنس
(ain’t worth a single pence)
بچه سوسوله دور، همه دنبال پشمو خایه نیمه پر،
(too many soft guys, everybody’s searching aimlessly with no courage to stand up)
ما رفتیم انتهای صحرا با گلویه خشک
(so much drought, even desert travelling no longer tickles our throats)
بیست ساله تو تاریکی این چشم نبود صبح
(20 years of fighting the darkness as if my eyes haven’t seen daylight)
بازم فازم پر بغض، یک ابره تو پر
(feeling that globus sensation again like a nimbus cloud)
شیر و خورشيد وطنم برای گرگ ها لانه شد
(the sun and lion of my birthplace got conquered by the wolves)
جای نون هم دلِ گشنمون گلوله خورد
(they fed our hunger more bullets over bread)
انگار هرکی رو ممبر داره وجود مفت
(it’s like everyone on that pulpit became a waste of human form)
but you’re here on petty wars k!lling each other’s lineage
over areas and postcodes owned by the state, cop a shank, make a track, big label’s going to pay
then maybe you can finally find your peace in icy chains
f-ck a couple b-tches get your ego out the way
smoke screening your self-esteem, but a harder d-ck shows smaller test(icle)s
boy you couldn’t see me coming like john cena trying to r—
couldn’t see me coming like john cena tryna r— (hah)
proskynesis and your shush gives away everything you stand for being commissioned by the state
whatever fits your narrative to stay getting paid
london boy, but our clothes never cut from the same
nah, nah, never cut for the same clothes
we’re fighting to survive, you’re fighting to lay low?
stars now back then you wouldn’t change shorts, man don’t ever lemme hear you say you’re woke!
[hook]
f-ck it never mind, im’a do it on my own
game’s shady, i’ve had enough of y’all
rap made me some h-ll of year agos’
but this sh-t changed yo, rap game’s fake woke
rap game’s fake woke
f-ck your excuse homie, i don’t wanna know
catch me sitting on the moon p-ssing on the rap floor
rap game’s fake woke
f-ck your excuse homie, i don’t wanna know
catch me sitting on the moon p-ssing on your rap flow

- justpaze

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