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letra de o.m.d. - loc saint

[intro]
i can’t seem to put down the pen or the pad
so i pick it up, figured i’d go a round
obsessed, im so obsessed with this music lately

[chorus]
(o.m.d)
o.m.d. obsessive music disorder
(that’s all that puts my mind at ease)
if i could help myself as im so out of order
im so obsessed with the music baby
(o.m.d)
is it showing me that i put my pen first
(that’s all that puts my mind at ease)
i write a song each night just to fulfill the curse
im so obsessed that it drives me crazy

[verse 1]
im in a dead sleep / but the songs within my head so i shot up from outta my bed then ignited my brain canvas / like a notion from inside a me grabbed a pencil said, “write” / so i answered them back and called every night / not a slave to music rather a mage weighs in amazing ways / when twisted syllables track go let em out da temple that god gave / im in captured a rap chuppah the way i been using my voice on the mic / to tell you a story whenever i like and that what i crave / music’s engraved on my dna / cl-ssify with o.m.d. and l.o.c. you better believe it never goes away / though while your golden bank rolls away, bling your proper porto j / let your mercedes hit the cliff set 80 watch it roll way / wrong material f-ck with the way ima serial each im your musical master forever i live through the tracks that i made there’s ? don’t matter how much time has p-ssed ya / and isn’t it beautiful music is never removable settin like mortar im using my words so let it be heard obsessive music disorder

[verse 2]
the government lost paths since the ship is comin’ up fast / tried to strip away my right to speak i aim at the president guns blast / have any questions that they ask i think my fans know the deal / im an obsessed maniac over music and that’s for real / sp-wn tactics reacted to what i been through in my life / there’s not a thing that you don’t know i bend it all just for the mic / spendin’ half my time rapping other half i choose to write / started my music when i was a baby loc i be doin’ it till i die / just somethin’ about it come follow me long for the ride don’t gotta come deep inside / diagnosed wit a host of psychosis folks’ hope is to try and pry / born this way in this mind never thought my prayers before swine / you’re givin’ em glimpses of senses that makin’ my fans realize / since ’95 i figure with lies what then in my brain ten times / was sick of the crimes i trickin’ the times i found my avenues right rhymes / comes from a heart that’s why the fans and people feel me so much / but since they givin up music that they feel so real they could touch / who am i

[verse 3]
love came into me changed a bit of me strange to better me somethin’ so different than god had given me notes to settle me helpin’ me write my last doc-mentary ? sendin’ me down paths
sway from murderin’ justice did my deeds i put in work but coulda done worse if i didn’t bust this trust this music like a friend
been with me down them dead ends helped me express how i felt when i found my dead best friend
so i write rhymes and i wrote lines
they told me that i’ve written more than most (all) and your folks (brawl)
in this music it’s a mission and it’s choke (loc) ? spoke
you’re the one and only loc saint and the rulers stop im going full throttle the woke
twenty-four-seven the lyrical schemes turn
even though all of my dreams burned
throwing out the things for albums to seen or be prelearned
im addicted conflicted with lyrical specifics linguistics that paint pictures like hieroglyphics each track is a puzzle depicted inside a my pictographic memory
sanity over the edge drug is obsessed with this music and i’ll be obsessed until im dead

- loc saint

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