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letra de camplife - keno camp

[ar:keno camp]
[ti:camplife]
[al:hits]

[mars era, benjamin b-tton, t seal, seda]

[intro]
ugh. there was a time when i used to believe in things
honor, respect, look at you
what do you believe in? ugh. what do you believe in!

[verse 1]
my life ain’t been the same since i left off the block
and the block ain’t been the same since tg got shot
the cops lurkin like the gangster tryin to capture my body
the gang bangin watered down, snitch is the new hobby

brought the gospel to my city so my city don’t burn
and rappers substitute the truth for the monеy they earn
they turn thеy back on the judge, like the court is adjourn
to give them hits for the cake like ike & tina return but check it

anarex and pox has got me scheming on the wealthy
sick of living broke watching sinners get fat and healthy
working hard with my crew, but steady taking deductions
when they belly is their god, got me trying to do lyposuction
i want my whole squad eating, cause i feel we deserve it
but i should be trusting god with my dream and let him okay it
i just keep losing weight when i’m supposed to be gaining patience
trying to keep a steady pace in this race with my mind racing

and when i think its reckless, i hit t on the cell-i
i do life behind these bars with my homie like he my cell-e
me and mars link up for the session then we do damage
cause the son brought our world together, man we didn’t planet

old stars falling down guess it’s time to change the scene
though my mind been in outer sp-ce, its feeling like a dream
i woke up to wake them up cause they been sleeping on my team
so i focus on the son just so they can feel the beam. that’s real

[verse 2]
we taking aim at the game with the bars in us so pardon us
god’s been arming us waiting for ba- barnabus
we coming hard and the fellas tell us to cure the verse
and let bo? out the cage so he could say the word

i hope i put it well, my mission shouldn’t fail
when these dark nights come know this christian wouldn’t bale
look at the fans of us, not many but hands are up
we rap about my god so check the catalog and track with us
we fill them with facts and these great tracks be stacking up
like twerkers on the beat we got techniques to back it up
there’s only one god, christ the only god i see
you beef with the cross now you be barking up the wrong tree
your macaroni ears better hear what you can’t see
chasing after cornbread so you can pop your collards green
soul food these offering, so these dudes obviously
lift the spirit just to give it and deliver properly uh

truly divine, live and let his name shine
took the cross upon his shoulders i’m no longer looking over mine
keno camp is on the rise recognize truth
make it an absolute what we produce out the vocal booth

i’m chillin with the x-men elite get it
ex goons that were mag to the needle ex-fiends
now i fiend for this connection respecting the son of man
i’m getting high off of knowledge overdosing on billy’s grahams

[verse 3]
sitting at home wandering where my manners at
king kong on the track where my banana wraps
i pound my chest like this been my habitat
and yall can’t see me suffering from cateracts

been waiting struggling with my patience
i want to give the glory to god but all this pacing
i’m losing faith like biggie after the separation
i’m a bad boy hippocracy is amazing
i got bars, battle axes, barber blades
i’m sweeny todd and conan on the mic today
what am i saying, got a new name call me bane
and you can get your back snapped in half like in bruce wayne

it’s evident not everybody shares my sentiment
victor frankenstein favorite experiment
armed with the tools for you to get buried
and i put 3 in your face like steph curry ugh

[verse 4]
i don’t need rapping in my field, i’m a giant
not relying on anybody except the hands of the soverign
i teach you to get by in the environment
south central la, watts, englewood and compton

now navigating the hoods is much like surviving in prison
some wolves banking hoods while others is claiming religion
think as a kid that my did 10 years in san quenton
the law does reveal my father like conjocial visits

what you think about the crew when you hear me rap
what you think about the christ when the beat slap
what you think about your life when that heat clap
only thing i thinking about that price when he bought me back

c-ck it back to duece deuce, that’s my curve ball
dodging strikes from my enemies mine up clay kershaw
i don’t play with words homie, i’m a grown man
not automatic i’m shifting gears thru the lord’s hands

when the dust settles, we’ll know it cause your face will be in it
there’s still three standing, why because we kept our faith in it
real lryics
no gimicks
authentic
true christians what up

- keno camp

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