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letra de lyric avenue - "mc" rob c

[intro:]
all aboard all aboard!
lyric avenue station!

[verse 1:]

boarding with a notebook, writer’s block left hook
inspiration right look, into a window
jesus relieve us, no need for indo
cause kids don’t need guns to blow like nintendo
eyes behind tints yo
cause we walk blind, thus the sun don’t exist
so we won’t shine
define reaganomics the product, we really all it
the mental is slaves, the souls is graves, the wombs is caves
and women can’t be brave, so they move too fast
letting anyone in, the love is loveless
it won’t stop a revolutionary corner
fred douglas, now blast off to the stop of lost dreams
the ride got aid carriers
baby’s parents is lost teens
and all these side blocks we have the nerve to call screens
well this is what i seen, reality’s a trip
america is mean!

[hook x2:]

welcome to the street i ride
if it’s cash that you need, then the streets provide
cause fiends still ain’t hungry
hookers still want me
and the sun don’t shine on lyric avenue

[verse 2:]

next stop, revolving station
full of pain and frustration
i watched st–z shoot himself, i couldn’t stop it
gun he had c-cked it, safety unlocked it
now his soul in a mosh pit, the weapon he tossed it
landed on the bus, it bust, shot dude next to me
left of his chest
don’t stress he said, i got on this ride without breathin’
i’m a dang heathen looking for lost souls
stuck at cross roads
see the young punk with the ipod
mind stuck on nimrods, doesn’t even know god
kiss his life away, under mistletoe
if you catch my flow
the gun talked back to me
“i see a holyghost, constantly watching you
that’s you can’t lose
and the bullet i shot, was meant for you
missed you, it won’t ooze
missed you you won’t ooze.”

[hook x2]

[verse 3:]

oh, wait a minute!
am i going nuts? did i fall asleep steep as st. helens?
i’m up yellin’ at the bus driver
“i missed my stop!”
then with a fantastic stretch, he made a threat
“i bet you shut your mouth!”
“what you talking about, going back for?”
out the back door, i wanna go
but i’m strapped to the seat with a straight jacket
all i see is red like a ketchup packet
the driver said
“don’t try to dash it, like a local market
go and park it, i’m in control
uphold yourself, i protect your health
no need for wealth, where we’re headed”
but what you saidith?
“understand rob
i did my job the world must end but now
i send you to kingdom come street
where life changes, and death re-arranges”
it seems strange,that this man knows me
it must be god!

[hook x2]

[outro:]

“mc” rob c on the vocals from buffalo, new york
boombaz on the beat, from switzerland…

- mc rob c

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