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letra de what if - luci gang child

(prod_by_sid)
(intro)
(luci gang child)
uhuh, for the rap(x3)
yeah, you know (laughs)
ever just wonder, if sh-t like
if they it don’t happen, i mean what if it happens/
that’s what fear could do to a man/
(you know luci)
what if/

(chorus)
if jesus came to earth/
if i lived in eden/
what if i was adam f-ckin eve to make a foetus?/
what if everything is repetition, what am i?/
what if music made me come alive then what am i?/ (x2)
(verse 1)
what if i appear quick and quit from makin music?/
what if i appeal to it and say it’ll never happen?/
i mean, what if the topics of my rappin is refusing to follow this sick system?/
bend the rules like a villain
bе opposed by a christian/
careful as i listen/
taking carе of what you hear is like raising your children/
i hear, i take learnin about living/
this is why a black christian
doesn’t choose what to believe in/
if luci came alive
in a black leather jacket/
rapping like a dragon fully expressing the talent/
darkness workin hard so i’m making smart choices/
work and play smart
learn the rules, and plan for it/
i’mma be the poet regarded as most important/
if i came alive in a tux, in fine print
picture me a man of rythm my spirit in me-time/
i am me n-gga/
(sell it)

(back to chorus)

(verse 2)
the lord knows the whole story ‘fore i tell it/
he goes forth ‘fore i get ready/
lord knows
where the raps came from
where my fans come for me
when my time comes
when the world’s ready/
uhm
i’m on my speed
runnin like chun lee/
rappin like jay z/
reece got nothin on a n-gga like luci/
you choose who to speak to
i talk to me/
yeah
ninth wonder mont boogie
cooking cookies bigger than that last touch black berry/
pan cake shaped like a disc
i play mary/
marinade that with berries
can’t catch it if you latch it/
bottom line is
don’t associate with me if i don’t like
what you’re bringin to the table lil n-gga/
this is a statement that is made by a man that walk on top of lines/
makin rymes
everytime i rhyme, make a middle line/
everybody walkin on the side with luci
never seeing it’s a boogie time to be kookin boody/
when a b-tch is bringin booty over to the kitchen
then i make a little slicing
that’s a cake that i eat/
i am a man
i am the man, the “it”, sh-t/
the “it”, the boy/
too cool to be lil (?)
i am not rich
i’m just a n-gga that’ll make the music
that’ll make my soul to feel, soothed/
(back to chorus)

- luci gang child

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