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letra de synergy - kenson

[hook]

i need them good vibes y’all
i think there’s more to life than only getting high y’all
i don’t donate my time just to get a write off
i gotta care or charity just isn’t right y’all
i wanna fly because i’m not afraid of heights y’all
i’m bottom notch cause that’s my present state of life y’all
like i been down in the dumps but that’s alright y’all
yeah that’s alright y’all
feel the sun, feel the breeze, synergize all
now let’s go

[verse 1]

i’m stuck inside all day cuz i’m broke
you say “well that’s no reason”
but there is a reason i’ll show
without a dollar to my name it leaves me
nowhere to go
unless i’m walking everywhere i’ve been 100
times before
and it’s cool but i’m bored with the same stuff
i guess this p-ssion for a lyric hasn’t made much
living like bums isn’t cool no matter where
the f-ck you from
and uh… who ever said that rappers be in
the club?
i’m not a rapper anyway, i’m more like an emcee
free form poet writing rhymes to stay busy
i beat up beats, them kick drums catch the bruce lee
i walk around the city everybody like “who’s he?”
because i pound the pavement like my mind playing
tricks on me
the type of dude to get respect from ya big homie
for tha sk!lls on me
hone these and go deep like randy moss st–z
ya dig?

[hook]

[verse 2]

i’m on the grind y’all
i don’t sleep ’til i see the sunlight y’all
too many ideas to fit in one mind y’all
momma be worried ’bout me but i’m doing fine y’all
i see a whole lot worse all the time y’all
worst the cops can do is hit me with a fine y’all
cuz if you think i’m doing crime you must be blind y’all
i’d have to be the worst gangster of all time y’all
the type of criminal to make off with a dime y’all
hit me with that fine (ah)
back-back in the day type of rhymes, always on time
like a stopwatch or an alarm clock, my style
so awesome, cooked up from being cooped up
i’m like a producer’s best friend
or worst enemy depending on your tendencies
picture me
chilling, spilling feelings to a woman, you must be trippin’
i’m big pimpin’

[hook]

[verse 3]

this is the victory lap around my living room
super dry, sober like “man i’d like a blunt right now”
so i roll one up, grab the lighter
and dance in the fire like my name’s jumping tiger
but there’s more to life than that right?
how about this man’s beats slap like a catfight
how about the sounds get played like a bagpipe
and we’ll let you hear it if you sit still and act right
backsp-cez is dope. kenson? that man’s tight
that man writes books on books like it’s his last rite
that man might speak in third person on occasion
but don’t be alarmed or shaken, he has done it since a baby
that’s what momma told me, but since i’m a big boy
i make lyrics for an audience to enjoy
sk!lls on sk!lls, and the talents that i employ
allow me to have more fun than a kid’s toy

[hook]

- kenson

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