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letra de gimme soul - king space

(verse one)
hip-hop wanna see what it means to me?
took it to another level wanna masterpiece?
i wrote rhythms wanna see what it got for me?
compose art can i call it the [vincent] van gogh?
stimulate the minds with the words that i utter
and i come from the bronx so they think that i’m done up
james baldwin of the hood when i write my news
forecast wanna see where we go from here?
from the project to the suburbs got kids being rebellious
that bullsh-t that they feeding us no longer will incarcerate
my mind thinking my own thoughts no longer taking oppression
these words here conceptions, the idea here is anarchy
liberation from the norm people telling me i’m never really gonna be sh-t
so i started depict the game hieroglyphs
i ain’t really gotta explain; the f-ck i do?
with political rhymes ain’t gonna change the world
but i bet you go home and replay that sh-t
go to your friends how you hate that sh-t
go spit bars imitate that sh-t
now change gears
wanna be one of the best that ever did it
soul food with the pen and the pad minus a critic
write-ups how i’m bad for the game
you run loops on the track when the drum claps
words catch on let it echo in your mind like a reverb
observe, and observe what i got in store
no sugar coating but nate please hit ’em with the intermission

(chorus x2)
o’ america
land of the free
where they tellin me
i could be what i wanna be
its all up to me
color barriers the only fee
with my hoodie up
pray that they don’t trayvon martin me

(verse two)
give me the mic
i gotta story to tell
people gon’ tell me i fail
f-ck it prevail
how you gon’ tell me i breath when slugs contradict my air
no chess game but king me
when i reach the end of this board
no eq for the block but plug-ins gon’ limit this
in a place where they make you sing
execs just cons no pro tools
compose that drum no logic
building he-rs-s with the metaphors
my pen only knocking over barriers
facade man i never really had one
only stepping over margins
my words black tears when the bic cl!cks
my pen jail cells when the bars set
bar raised bar none bar stool
how i step up when i 5 mics
verse split moses no source
caught that now you’re in my echelon
i etch-a-sketch line for line trifecta
way i put soul in the booth like a bet with myself
can i out do me? thats out source
i don’t really wanna brag or nothing but
hip-hop need a star or something huh?
test me ink clots to your liver
wanna have a go tryna filter flows or somethin huh?
i ain’t really gonna write no more put a
nail to the coffin tried of spitting truth
i’m exhausted retaliations? no forfeit
harring with the pen pop culture flawless

(chorus x4)

(saxophone solo – til fade out.)

- king space

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