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letra de as we crumble - ko-doomzday

[chorus – ko-doomzday]
as we conclude to the trip into my mind!
as we crumble to the conditions of the times
as we crumble, the realest ones alive
i strive, until i never had enough time

[verse 1 – ko-doomzday]
i woke up and noticed everyday was a dream
to hard pillows to tall willows standing, payin’ the scheme
i didn’t think much, i wasn’t enough to link, thus
i went afar ways, the far days away to the dark age
dream cycle residue, rem paralysis and we strive and best i’ll do
is “are we gettin’ back at this” and not do much but lose ’cause
i’m making a fool, of myself, i better go down the spiral and die
until i hide in my stride just to get incited by pride
i was a lion alive until i saw with my other eye
i was bein’ manipulated by the chatoyant and rather vindictive
i was seein’ a little slated and got flamboyant and made me a victim
i didn’t look down enough to even remember how i went crazy just dissin’
start runnin’ my mouth and something just now, that i know nothin’ about
my luck just ran out and i’ll be doin’ time if i do it again, losin’ dyin’, make music again
lose all your friends, and start to try to get ’em back, but it’s
hard to try to stay on a buckin’ animal like who set the tracks, and this
is exactly what happened when when you happy, quit rappin’
and everybody point the finger when your feelings isn’t televised
hard to learn the truth when you yourself isn’t mesmerized
until then, just make sure all your consciousness is memorized
[chorus – ko-doomzday]
as we conclude to the trip into my mind!
as we crumble to the conditions of the times
as we crumble, the realest ones alive
i strive, until i never had enough time

[verse 2 – maverick]
how am i not supposed to be p-ssed, it takes a lot for me to be like “whoa what is this?”
’til i saw a post with a message that’d foment unrest, how it spoke of disgust
i froze if misread, like maybe it’s a social experiment with john quiñones on set
like he’ll pop out, reward me a check, ’cause i called out someone’s morals, defendin’
minorities, said only folks with the flesh of ghosts, don’t cause a mess
’round, town-homes and the recs., how you sound like i spoke when i’s 10
that low-brow with edge; same profiling foreigner-phobes cloak with in jest
to sow disrespect that old, approaching one’s 60’s with a jim crow level wish
broke our home as he left, still that boy and the b-tch coinin’ stories they miss
never phoned us to check up, makin’ our bond close and enriched was his poorest attempt
those less fortunate he dismissed is the state he had thrown us in
an exorbitance, of stress in debt’s what floatin’ on the brink of homelessness brings
grown up in low-income sets, homies had pigments both cocoa and egg
a sport of the trenches, “stank-face” and “nasty,” is just as dope as it gets
while “pigheaded” is just exactly, what ya aura depicts
always plastering, as if that’s how an assh0l- will get fixed
steel horses can get stolen, have my clique arrested for how they rode bpms
your clique champions infidelity, mine has some for voicing that sh-t
see life’s wilder than most, multiple perspectives this culture connects
it was born the 11th, the 70’s in new york at sedgwick, slowly it’d spread
from kurtis blow to mos def, eminem, too short, and kendrick’s poetry blessed
in the right hour it bestowed interwoven notebooks that lead
me outta trouble now the hustle’s composing boldness and strength
call on highpower when my soul crumbles, i pull out the pen
from the snipe tower, caulk it – over these holes that you wedged
that reality could’ve been a lot fouler, toyin’ with b-boyin’ with meph’
a choice between reveling in a black flower, or to be immortal with text
[chorus – ko-doomzday]
as we conclude to the trip into my mind!
as we crumble to the conditions of the times
as we crumble, the realest ones alive
i strive, until i never had enough time

[verse 3 – lioncub]
hear my confession been a couple months since
quiet as a church mouse now i usher in wins
always knew they’d be this amped get a frida pack
cuz doomzday, me and mav boutta’ bleed the pad
dawg i’m just showcasing my pedigree cuz i want the fight
and like a f-ckin’ warden it’s jealousy with the bars i write (ha)
drop the gauntlet cuz like a penitentiary b-tch i got the time
to rip these incels, if you think you’re ahead of me better drop the rhymes
so maybe i’m a bit of a nose poke, unrelenting and loco
like pinocchio i’m licensed to k!ll em’ with nose pokes
so if you lie i’m liable to fill you with more holes
lyrical crossroads better tread with ill-intent bozos
cuz sh-t’s boutta’ get darker than silhouettes
like i’m charged for battery better hit dodge when the charger is in effect
and i don’t mean the f-ckin’ car that’s in nfs
like it’s it b-tch you’re targeted with a tec
on a rhyme spree like it’s already winter yep
don’t mind me i’m just talkin’ my sh-t again (yeah)
[chorus – ko-doomzday]
as we conclude to the trip into my mind!
as we crumble to the conditions of the times
as we crumble, the realest ones alive
i strive, until i never had enough time

- ko doomzday

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