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letra de beautiful feeling - kayem (hip hop)

[verse 1]
i kiss the flow
like my rhyme-book’s under mistletoe
my flow’ll stop the game like when the whistle blow
your favorite north african is back again
with music that’s sweet like saccharin
people sleep on me and sof so i laugh at them
what they ain’t know that we back making tracks again?
i ain’t no hammock to be sleeping on
peep the song
yo the track is smoking like cheech n chong
i believe in allah so i follow the prophet
yall believe in dollars so you follow a profit
your egos grow with the weight of your pocket
i treat a show like i play for houston i’m a rocket (i’mma rock it)
like screeching tires i leave my mark on the street
you sparking some heat?
man all that barking is weak
your tough talk dont matter on my block
cause when i talk
them street cats move out to the sidewalk

[chorus]
hy-dro
its like the feeling that you getting when i flow
why so
cause with them every moment is so wack
with me every moment is kodak
so go back
and press play
the feeling that you getting’s like test day
chest caved
yall don’t even know why yall breathing slow
overwhelmed cause the flow is unbelieveable

[verse 2]
i would sign with dre but aftermath is shady
got an offer from cash money had to laugh at baby ha!
picture me rapping for cashmoney
my music’ll make you bang your head like a crash dummy
nod your head to the beat but the lyrics’ll make you scratch it
these dirty groupies’ll burn your head like a matchstick
my compet-tion’s composition’s a contradiction
no conscious kicks in, using concupiscence to con commision
the clock is ticking back to days of cotton picking
these a&rs feasting off these rappers like they caught them fishing
theres constant b-tching man gimme a d-mn break
feel the palm of my hands and i ain’t talkin bout a handshake
sof got beat so hard it made the boy cry
i got yall in the cut throwing ‘bo’s like muay thai
this ain’t ong-bak the song rocks
if you don’t think its my time to shine you looking at the wrong clock

[chorus]

[verse 3]
a wise man said he seen my future trapped in the pen
i said jail? nah the one that’s wrapped in your hand
that’s why i’m rapping again
i’m able
people treat me like a file they wanna see me with a label
son you oughtta rhyme there’s not a lotta time
you gotta sign on the dotted line
now i’m losing patience like a dr with malpractice
but i’mma hustler like them magazines under your mattress
so i grind to avoid the contracts to sign
and i travel when i’m tryna relax my mind
been through more mile than a camry or civic
my journeys are vivid
i travel like i lost my pivot
so you might act
like he ain’t steering a benz
but it ain’t like that
ayo it’s clear where i’ve been
making a tight track
and now its nearing the end
you coming right back
so you can hear it again

[chorus]

- kayem hip hop

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