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letra de no signal - lloyd luther

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yeh
do you feel like me?
mate, do you see what i see?
picture me, sitting on a beach
i had to break this down like food when you eatin’
seat in a calm place like streams
birds-eye-view now it’s easy to see
i read the system, hdd
i had to go deep like death when you sleep see
gee
here in the working class
here man are easily broke like glass ‘nd
so many just wanna go get smashed
with cash they have, cuz we ain’t that flash
or understand why man price up the crack
d-mn, got lifе in our hand
but i guess we jus’ wanna see heavеn
i’m outside the chip-shop with ten man
who won’t take you in, we won’t do a thing bro
if you just reflect then how you gonna win-dow?
mum weren’t no bimbo
that’s why sussed it out and i ain’t been involved
you wanna know why i wrote this cd?
friends died easy, it weren’t easy
i hope you’re hearing my call like ee
cuz my flow’s out of the world like et
commentate but i ain’t barry davis
britain on my page today it ain’t vegas
i could take this soul and rage at a pagan
but i’d rather focus blames on satan
coz mum said air what you see
two elements my steps to succeed
grime got us fiending bare for the grease
cuzz that’s what sells to an aryan teen
so those that say that i preach in abundance
don’t understand like wh0res wanting husbands
bare man getting dough off black culture
i’m evolved to zone out the conundrum
black loves matter, one battle i’m running
all lives matter, two battles i’m runnin’
isis ain’t real it’s bluffing
but we’re gonna pose to post to do nothing
so you can’t say i’ts the same old talk:
friends went pen it’s the same old talk
she gets pregnant, same old talk
that’s not a rhyme it’s the same old talk
disease and war, it’s the same old talk
hear racism, the same old talk
the reason that it’s the same old talk
coz we can’t really pick up the media walls
that’s why i stopped eating goat
i don’t trust the system now it’s so broke
i was in the hospital like kanye
on my last resort just like papa roach
and that’s why i wrote ‘drugs on tap’
man, you must think my -rs-nal’s mad
i’m going iin, self-medicated on google
the food made me sick no rap
and you wonder why i feel ‘caught in the web’
like ‘golliwog’ ’cause my skin’s still lead
‘coming of age in britain’ ‘it’s hard’ with ‘drugs on tap’ and unnecessary death
‘materialism’ got us on ‘greed’
love’s hard in this time, the world is diseased
i’m an outlaw tryin’ to be ‘indie-pendant’
what we got left is ‘h.o.p.e’
[chorus]
i got no bars on my phone
i’m not under the periscope
got my face in real book
and i only tweet cause i have to expose
no signal
drop me out
drop me out of the room
i get air but least i don’t choke
it seems they got bare man here by the throat
i’m a novelist, i still spit for the fun of it
but i got depth right under it
if you didn’t understand me before
this is when you discover it
i woke up one day to the system
that’s fake and i gained some wisdom
and i saw we was mad and skint
let my bars get you out of the prison

let’s take it deeper
this is where i put demon’s in sleepers
i’m gonna wake you up like a beeper
black and british but i don’t feel either
my career’s not fifa
but i planned it from the start like the redeemer
i’m a poet with the fire like sheesha
change your whole mind-frame not femur
it’s clear that we took it too far
too many stars on the streets like nam
but i flow calm, got years on my palm
sick of the police and sick of the charts
but it took years for my brain to get calm
and now i got materials nut they’re not garms
here poor guys will die for one qualm
and kids have blood on their palms it’s so dark ‘nd
that’s why i’m in to meditation
there’s opportunity but no patience
this land’s foolery is so blatant
but cash in any situation brings satan
so a guy in the amazon basin
might be happier than in our arrangement, huh
rap is frustration
but where we gonna go for guns and drug patients
in the western world though everything’s fake
from your social page to food on your plate
we’ve run away so far from human
and created divisions like a game
flow so sick so they gotta see me
life don’t work in this pyramid scheme
i’m livin’ in a place that’s ocd
where there’s always something else we wanna be
we’re in a country with bare cash
we should help the third world, but we just scr-p
keyboard warriors wanna chat
when we need solutions, like contact
can’t control cause, reactions : you can
most want a kid, but it’s more than a pram
that’s why the world’s like a prey for the man
i’m just tryna educate now i’m a grand
it don’t need to be chased to a sun
blazed to a gun, can’t change for the funds
so i’ve become that conscious soldier
that’s why i got a bait name, no gun
ain’t got a stick man, think they can hang man
it’s a plan man, i got a kick like van damme
i could’ve nearly died like a bad crash
but you can’t fear the system like the sandman
so f-ck these industry demons
i made my own company, i’m eatin’
sign for nice dough like kneading, ‘nd
it’s like big brother but you ain’t leaving
i put down the reefer, no khalifa
never been a follower either; just a leader
fam, you’ll go mad like a beefer
if you don’t escape the heat like a fever
coz’ man are snitchin’ on bros, ‘nd
puttin’ you down on track so they blow
girls learn quick there’s fame with no clothes
everyone’s got their heads in their phone
so i can’t chat to those who gloat about knowledge they throw
i’m sittin’ here, bare bars like a prison
but i can’t connect to most like a ghost
dog-eat-dog, we’re taught that goal
til we divide and they’re chippin our bones
they need us to need them to grow
it’s like don’t you know, don’t you know?
it’s like waves to your head no vogue
stop your penile gland from bellin’ home
they don’t want us gettin’ rich with dough
so they keep our state of mind ghetto
but i went uni, accepted the debt
and now bro i can sense i’m ahead
and now beats are easy to bless
cause i studied in a-class, no meth
had the same chance as men who went pen
update my soul not just twitter statements
i’m on a better life, that’s not dead
trust in what the kids will hype up next
[reprise]
we spend lives, waitin’ in lines
waitin’ for a right time for a right time
rushing to get older before time
waiting for love, waiting for right signs
waiting in line for a piece of the pie
f-ck waitin’, i ain’t waitin’ to die!
waiting to fix what we don’t think’s right
nah i think that now is the time

[chorus]
so i got no bars on my phone
i’m not under the periscope
got my face in real book
and i only tweet cause i have to expose
no signal
drop me out
drop me out of the room
i get air but least i don’t choke
it seems they got bare man here by the throat
i’m a novelist, i still spit for the fun of it
but i got depth right under it
if you didn’t understand me before
this is when you discover it
i woke up one day to the system
that’s fake and i gained some wisdom
and i saw we was mad and skint
let my bars get you out of the prison
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- lloyd luther

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