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letra de say sumthin - kev brown

[intro: kev brown & kenn starr]
hold me back
uh
here we go (uh-uh, on)
here we go, here we go (yeah)

[hook: kev brown]
uh-uh, on
uh-uh-uh, on
uh-uh, on
uh-uh-uh, on
uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh (on, on)
uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (on), uh

[verse 1: kev brown]
hold up
yeah, how you do that there?
it’s what they askin’ me, surpassing needs
in the age of the matrix (come on)
they wonder how i did “allways” on the 4-track and laced it
cats usin’ computer programs, it don’t slam
hard as mine, it’s god’s design
how you be doin’ your basslines? (how you do it?)
how you get your kick to kick like that, the snare drum crack right and exact?
you know i learn from the greats
pete rock to jay dee, diggin’ in the crates to preemo (true)
i makе the best of what i got to creatе the so-called hot
i don’t care if you like it or not (nah)
we gettin’ props over here
turn up your volume so your block can hear
ain’t n0body takin’ our spot, we got this here
never forgettin’ the foundation that got us here
[verse 2: kenn starr]
you can’t hurt me, we keepin’ it raw like eddie murphy
with uncooked meat between his t–th and his jaws
i’m not beefin’ with y’all, stop bein’ subliminal
(yo, who you talkin’ ’bout?) i’m just speakin’ in general
‘fore you meet with the generals, you deal with the frontline
and that’s me: kenn starr, n-ggas don’t want mine
they know the outcome from south slum to upstate
you the type to get b-tt-raped, you cupcake
you just fake, i’m ahead of men and too real
and too ill, need medicine and flu pills
how you feel when all of your raps get kilt?
i’m tryna see money stacks taller than shaq on stilts
you cats gon’ feel the thunder i bring
now that the king of the basslines done took me under his wing
and one other thing, since i’m talkin’ the talk
i’m safe to assume that i’m still walkin’ the walk
now say sumthin’

[verse 3: quartermaine]
they frontin’, but i can see through ’em
they smile just mask the fact they wanna see me ruin
(but i) pay it no mind, i gotta keep it movin’
never let up the pace as long as the beat groovin’
i’m clued into the snakes that slither, tryna slight me
that do anything it takes to bite me, but it’s unlikely
they tryna rob behind me
but i see they true colors is as bright as a high beam
haters can’t blind me, i know the facts, i see the routine
any sort of success breeds contempt and envy
so i’ma do me and continue to dismiss
the frivolous chit-chat of the peanut gallery
it sadden me to see that we all can’t get along
more props, more problems, the same ol’ song
so i’ma collar pop ’til i’m gone
from brooklyn to d-dot-c-dot and leave a spot torn
[hook: kev brown]
uh-uh, on
uh-uh-uh, on
uh-uh, on
uh-uh-uh, on
uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh (on, on)
uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (on), uh

- kev brown

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