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letra de answers freestyle - kitwan moodie

[produced by nemz]

[verse 1]
a rapper is a artist that paints a picture with no predilection using diction never spitting fiction, causing friction
necessary evils to reach the people, make them believe the unbelievable and see the unseeable
’cause politicians never reach the unreachable
only care for people that could line they pockets, ugh
wanna’ shoot a rocket at congress for leaving sh-t a mess, ugh
maybe i’m speaking from the stress, but never the less
i’m just doing my best, to speak the real till i rest
with my hands across my chest
rhymes are just potent emotion, in motion, emoting
tokens of wisdom to release you from the, prison
that they prefer to place you in
self inflicted solitary i was once confined
till found the key in my mind
achieved freedom it’ll all be worth it, if i just reach one

[verse 2]
so  what’s my purpose as an emcee?
to entertain, or get boxed in a lane?
or provide social commentary beyond the ordinary
contained, in our, matrix, took the red and blue pill
now i can’t sit still
making the sacrifice of my life, hoping i’m doing what right
willing to pay the ultimate price, of limited privacy
inevitable piracy and women eyeing me for my success
rather than what’s under my chest
the stress of tryna’ be the best, either crash and burn
or reach the pinnacle of perfection in the eyes of the people
a legend in the making, this world is for the taking
a legend in the making, this world is for the taking

[verse 3]
now im all up in the game, achieved fame
everybody know my name, whipping a big range
with a big chain, models all around top weed by the pound
am i still loud and proud?
or, content and complacent, no longer patient
longing to excel, ready to accelerate at the sound of the bell only time will tell, if i, cared about the craft
or will i be satisfied making the draft and receiving my bonus
or put the onus on my self to strive for the belt
with no thought of the wealth
i disregard my health and well being when i get to emceeing
no matter the consequence i spit what i believe in
no matter the consequence i spit what i believe in!

[verse 4]
look forward to looking back on my career
after conquering my fears, seeing fans cheer
changed a couple lives after writing day and night
tight with the mic like iron mike with his right
still remember days of having no lights
tryna’ to get a slice of american pie
to me the american dream seemed so pristine
but there was no way in and no way out
though i felt trapped refused to die on my back
so i resurrected from the dirt unafraid to be crucified
i rose from the concrete ready to die
so i resurrected from the dirt unafraid to be crucified
i rose from the concrete ready to die

- kitwan moodie

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