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letra de chosen few - kirby dominant

hook (refrain):
“we’re the chosen few
we might be underground, but we’re still over you”
repeat 3x

verse 1
karma chi

i dare you up and coming emcees to…take…on…me…
like ah ha, ah ha!
before that 3rd mic source rating, let us equip you with pom poms…
you want bomb bombs?
alright, koopa troopa, my fire flower vocals melt egos quicker than bad breath on bon bons…
what about john john’s?
heard he was up in the bronx with bret bret…
enterprise (?under props?) kemet met?
a commitment? no, you on some b-tch sh-t
we stroll airports, looking for bread and b-tters…
asking nothing of these humanoids except not to be droids…
for other toys:
i chose this pre-2000 hip hop elite
organic nomenclature versus 3p0…
now do you c?
for all my seeds that aren’t conceived…
those of osmosis, one of these lines will be home schooled…
learn your choices, soldiers return from battle…
populations breed with the one and ride the chattel in cattle…
or they’re livestock
maybe lives stopped
or just like, must the ice, be a mentality?
before the fat cats with powers in reality…
look back at yourself, there’s no exo (?xo?) without fit…
and no thermal, no oxygen
burning without the inner learning…
verse 2
hypnotic da native sun

how dare so many try to crown my square?
in a year i rose from a east coast import to a west coast b-tch emcee (the f-ck outta here)
universal time teleporter
my pendulum hitting minds like swinging mortar
math that’s smashing mental home bases…
sn-tching memories from hidden places…
during this duration i leave you stuck in the angle of my rotation…
only a chosen few can do what we do
the rest have lost their culture to a…consignment form!
pretty-packaged shrink-wrapped bullsh-t rap
now it seems anyone can sell their sh-t to a 9.99 after signing on the dotted line…
rhyme forces will stay external while i get internal like enzymes…
yes i, the deadly virus sent from cyrus
bum-rushing these germs like white blood cells
beckoning for b-tch n-ggas to try to enter my blender…
overdose rhymers get sent to the rhyme rehabilitation center…

verse 3
eclipse 427

the one thing that rings true through and through, the longer i stay alive
is you ain’t n0body if you don’t know how to survive —
the storms…in rare form for 27, stands tall
got my back to the wall, and still come out on top of all…
and i guess that’s why a brother still here
one of the chosen few showing you, why we’re revered far and near..
that sh-t, it’s called fear of the team we’ve assembled…
a gathering of the minds, over eclipse instrumentals…
kirby dominant, 427, karma chi
eligh, hypnotic da native sun…my family…
bringing it to you, unlike a ups local
put your rhymes on hold and let the chosen drop the vocals…
spoken like a champ
forget your ear, turn up the amp…
my words get around, hear it, they call my lyrics tramps…
get the tussle, gaining muscle in the hustle for props…
your bite is harder than your mind, i hope this bullsh-t stops…
in due time, people will climb to a peak…
and stop doing something just because it worked last week, ya freak…
i speak from experience, so i got knowledge that it’s possible…
man, if it’s something new, than it’s gotta be unstoppable…
and that’s real, to this california native…
who’ll up and tell you to your face, fool you ain’t nothing creative…
there ain’t never been and never will be, quite like me…
‘cos i create what i demonstrate, from rhymes, to beats, to cuts…
verse 4
eligh

it’s a timely executed path to a sleeper than the red zone…
finally found the gold i’ve been fishing after since i left home…
since the breath entered my chest, that said i was on my own task…
tried to bask in music to outlast other cats who do it…
and in fact, i still try to prove it, to myself in different ways…
different haze evaporate on different days…
i await the maze with an inferno of magic rays…
volcano embers, burn the scriptures, turn the tables, same as labels earn ’em in profit…
off the talent written in bl–dy ink
what did you drink? to get you tipsy off the paper
something they offer later…
the word advanced brings a smile to dance across your face…
the cash brings debt to pay…
in the end, you should know the way…
the underground is over the top
over the drop of a beat made from scratch…
karma comes around eclipsing weak speech like agent dominant…
reaching into the cake, for the secrets to the underworld…
(echo:) …secrets to the underworld…

verse 5
kirby dominant
it’s time to take disciplinary actions
canary entrapments…
you’re in a cage with the outspoken crew
the chosen few, i’m choking you…
no oxygen needed for the living dead…
mislead individuals, that play the role of criminals…
my microphone’ll murder ya…
you’re sweeter than suburbia…
with a cherry on top…
artificial hip hop, will get resonated…
like the d-ckie i faded…
underground mercenaries not to be played with…
underestimated or hated…
the command of my n-gga language…
will put you all through anguish…
alone with my ebonic runes
i move like sonic booms…
to blow a n-gga out the whole industry…
when you mention me, you lose…
like a runner up to a life support raffle…
music has been mishandled for too long…
it seems like every mc keeps singing the same song…
but it’s wrong, in fact, it’s odd…
that’s why i’m here to make you drop your mic and run and tell god…
(echo):…run and tell god…

refrain:
we’re the chosen few
we might be underground, but we’re still over you…

end…

- kirby dominant

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