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letra de devotion ft. b-raid - kyle spear [artist]

[hook] (kyle spear)
my devotion to the sh-t that i have spoken is all that i need..
all that i need..
my devotion to this music can’t be broken, it’s all that i need..
all that i need..

[verse 1] (b-raid)
minute maid lemonade with an 8th, set away in my own sp-ce, tape with the replay.. (uh!..)
hope i can make dope outta wordplay, though it’s only for my sake, i take.. (uh!..)
everything i write serious cuz my theory is to strike furious, combine lyrics with my rhythm gift til i can lift up & become imperious but some say that i waste my time, complain cuz i gave my life but i find peace inside these lines, please mind your own & leave me to mine, i chose this lonely road, devoted my only soul, composed a note that froze me in my prime, i won’t choke or be set aside cuz most don’t know the guidelines of rhymes like i do, still they try to intertwine the inner light but ignite in a bitter fight, try but never get it right, now the missile strikes.. (boom!..)
consume every bit of light til their eyes are blind from absolute blackness, constitute madness into the minds, as this rewinds times back to jurassic, the tragic sh-t happens like magic, i’ve had it with all the whack sh-t i hear, i’m stabbing the track with an axe you queer!, overthrow my peers, like keep away from my minute maid lemonade or disintegrate from fear, renovate hate til the face of death appears, some say the days of end is near, this ship is commandeered!.. (commandeered!..)

[verse 2] (kyle spear)
‘bout to give you a nostril-full of the gospel, you better call the apostles, my sh-t philosophical, yeah, the cook is on his aristotle fool, you thought it improbable & impossible that the kid had rhythm then me & timothy’s chemistry led to my first verses on town car trippin’, now i envision me sitting at dinner with the greatest to ever deliver & spit on a track, i’m just a k!ller like that, i’mma gorilla with rap, i think i’m feeling a nap cuz all of you rappers are whack, i’m ‘bout to snooze on you losers & dream of the day when i’m up in the hall of fame with my name on a plaque..
i’m dangerous to play with, muriatic acid in my veins, i buried the past & moved past it so never ask me what happened in otis the axe..
i’m playing, i’m so metal & my soul’s rebel, got a dome that’ll make your bones rattle, gimme gold medals for my flow, level of my own, peddling my dope sh-t’ll get you hoes wetter than a boat, barrel to your dome, bet you running home, pedal to the floor, heavy metal flow hit you like a blow b-tch!, oh sh-t!..
the cook is atrocious & n0body noticed but now when they talking about me these hoes are devoted, uh!..

[hook] (kyle spear)
my devotion, (my devotion..), to the sh-t that i have spoken is all, (it’s all..), that i need..
all that i need.. (all that i need..)
my devotion, (my devotion..), to this music can’t be broken, it’s all, (it’s all..), that i need..
all that i need.. (all that i need..)
to breathe..
[trade-offs]
(b-raid)
unspoken devotion, a notion potent as potion..
(kyle spear)
i cause commotion, invoking ghosts with emotionless flows sent..
(b-raid)
controlling motions of oceans & knowing emotions explode when..
(kyle spear)
all of this hoe sh-t is broken up when i crack open my coffin..
(b-raid)
a bottle turned hollow from awful problems commonly followed..
(kyle spear)
swallowed the ocean so now i’m flowing, expose you mother fo’s, i’m hollow..

- kyle spear artist

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