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letra de rockstar - lbr

verse 1 (y2a)
uh, uh
i ain’t no pop star, but it’s forever love
when i drop bars, hip hop is in my blood
i’m a legend. that they ain’t never heard of
and they ain’t ever deserve a word of it, every beat, i’ma murder it
every feature deservin’ it, light the herb and i’m burnin’ it
in the whip and i’m swervin’ it, she like the way i worded it
it’s so excitin’, she breath the weed smoke, enlighten
the fire up, then tie her up, she get that d and she likin’ it
i don’t need respect from n0body
k!ll a track then flee, cuz i ain’t catchin’ no body
best mc… that you ever seen in ya life
i keep it tight, i k!ll the beat, slap the dj, i’m keepin’ the mic
uh, i drop bars, it be painful
i gotta go, i got a pot of gold over the rainbow
let’em know it’s y2a, spittin’ any time of day
freestyle or written, listen, lazy boy’ll find a way
at my discretion, i use the booth as a weapon
i use the truth as a weapon too. who you think you steppin’ to?
lazy boy records, we wreck a beat within seconds
we been reppin’ since your first step, couldn’t even speak a sentence (word)
but i’m in love with the drama and beef
cuz i’ma beast beyond belief and spittin’ liver, we
give it to you proper pro’ly cuz we rip it properly
and we did it honestly, only want what was promised me

verse 2 (timothy biggins)
bout to put us on the map, boston, m-ss out to glasgow
pro’ly give you trouble when i come to put my mack down
dissin’ out of dissonance – instead you lookin’ ignorant
comin’ after biggins, when i’m bigger than my britches is
tell me where the b-tches is. i could be the difference
i could change ya life, that is right. i envisioned it
prophets in the flesh, this is predictive text
yo i come with weighted lines, wait in line, i’m whats next
i’m the sh-t that you camp out for – it’s a d-mn route!
runnin’ up the score, let it pour until they damp now
callin’ me the reign man, reason they in brick houses
cup is over runneth’, they ain’t f-ckin’ with what drips out it
cryin’ over spilt milk, wait until we spill flows
checkin’ the infirmary, they really think we ill though
say that padded rooms, cuz of shrooms are our real homes
mostly cuz they fake and they recognize some real ones

verse 3 (kamau sadiki)
work hard and stay humble, but i’m lazy with a ego
the size of the machu picchu, sayin’ “f-ck you!” when i meet you
in jersey that’s how we greet you, cuz we knowin’ that you see through
word to vito, we don’t give a f-ck so don’t check the libido
movin’ needles with this diesel cuz this beat is my easel
these rappers feeble lookin’ fetal while our rivals are the beatles
got no time for these haters and lames, they all the same
can’t acknowledge your existence if you can’t say my name
got more flow than t-ticaca, eat your girl like she a tapa
and i only do it proper, that’s why she callin’ me poppa
time to pick her up – after i finish, i send her home
leave a message or just text, cuz i don’t answer phones
in the zone at home plottin’ on a thousand times a grand
tryna make’em understand we doper than afghanistan
biggins, a, sadiki – beat the beat like it was celie
been known to speak so freely, that’s why they banned us from tv
stay tuned if you don’t like us. cuz there’s more for you to hate
while we celebrate for nothin’, only cuz we feelin’ great
we’ve been known to kick a verse on instrumentals, no guitars
you can call us legends… or just call us rockstars

- lbr

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