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letra de art official - kam royal

[intro]

tell your girl…
to stop touching…
my beard…

[verse 1: kam royal]

they ain’t ready for the visionary
getting rich off rap, young & wise the benficiary
got a girlfriend, but every night i’m kissing mary
used to f-ck with molly but i quit her cuz that b-tch is crazy
on my biggavel, harlem flow, that sh-t is wavy
money my m.o. i ain’t doing sh-t until you pay me
i done been to hades, satan couldn’t faze me
what i know protects my soul, he couldn’t penetrate it
‘oh i heard you’re on now’, dog that sh-t’s belated
and premature at the same time, because i still got haters
keep my shades on, can’t see me, can’t see me
have faith that i’m great, here’s proof, start believing
running with the demons, sleeping with the angels
scheming on success, calculated every angle
life ain’t equal so y’all occupy wall st
while we fall back, regrouped and learned from our defeats
never lose, either win or learn
dc boy lacking representation bout to run it like a senator
b-tch i’m balling like the senators, nationals
outcl-ssing you, my rhetoric and apt-tude
are on another alt-tude, i’m talking mountain view
shorty you bad as h-ll but you got a mouth on you
how come you always talking bout this and the third?
i’m more truthful off my sixth gl-ss of the bourbon
this doesn’t concern you, so pay it no mind
you gotta know your role to play it you can bet i know mine
you can bet i know mine, you can bet i know mine
you gotta know your role to play it you can bet i know mine

[chorus: kam royal]

i said my art official, you’re artificial
there’s no artist in you
that’s what they’re talking bout
make your art official, not artificial
there’s no artist in you
that’s what they’re talking bout
boy don’t you get it? i said it, i meant it
that’s what they’re talking bout
what they, what they’re talking bout

[verse 2: kam royal]

strike the shepherd and the sheep scatter
the melancholy optimist, here comes the grim rapper
beats’ grim reaper, the new, new-school leader
naw, f-ck that t-tle i don’t want it dog that sh-t too geeky
monicas’ tryna make my record less squeaky
short tsunami when i stroke it, so wet she need a squeegee
if seeing is believing, and hearing is deceiving
y’all can keep on talking, we don’t trust you when we hear sh-t
y’all some field trip rappers you got no cl-ss
on the come-up so fast, i’m worried bout whiplash
depth perception separates a c-ck sucker and kiss -ss
accuse me of either, your b-tch -ss could catch a pimp slap
that’s the back of my hand, i’m racking up bands
they need me, you’re as useful as more sand in iran
spare these amateurs kam
f-ck that, i’ll m-ssacre em
disfigure em, have their mamas comparing prices on plastic surgeons
rap’s last insurgent, thought leader fast emerging
alpinas on my partner’s whip, told him, “your -ss deserved it!”
cuz he riding, we riding, we shining
all my b-tches call me kam, treat me like a royal highness
(censored) beat his wife, but in public was anti-violence
the man you portray in public’s the man you should be in private
if your life’s about nothing, then nothing is what your life is
and you wonder why we’re called the young & wise cl!ck, b-tch

[hook]

- kam royal

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