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letra de real talk - mcskill thapreacha

[verse one – mcsk!ll thapreacha]
take a seat and grab a gl-ss of wine
i’m back on that konscious tip, i stimulate your minds
i’m from the era of biggie smalls in chinchillas
not the era where rappers dress like ballerinas
these rappers two faced, clowns they lost faith
in the art form, its something i must say
we push weights but getting bigger? we lose shape
that’s the summary of hip hop in this state
i still lace it, lift minds, i still chase it
i’m still putting in work, i’m still innovative
wonder how i do it? how i stay consistent
first step, negativity is forbidden
my first verse of the year, the 9th chapter
the supernat is here, the x-factor
i been on my grind tryna make the paper rise
moment of truth, ain’t gotta tell no lies
been tryna put funds together
shoot new videos, get on radio, be the pacesetter
but bless god i got some cheddar now
but i ain’t got the powers to make it rain, i’m not the weather man
you know, sometimes i just wanna give up
settle down, have my own family and move on
do a 9-5, stay off this music thing
be a slave at work and give up on my dreams
but its funny how we give up and blame the system
funny how we give up and play the victim
i stay distinct, lifestyle of a mavin
i stay pushing forever cos i’m still breathing
ain’t got time for beef but don’t tempt me
this is a warning to all you young emcees
advocate for peace, i’m older
meditate, grow, this is hip hop’s yoga

[verse two – shayjtoday]
changed my longitude and lat-tude
survivors remorse is the dead horse
i kick for grat-tude
that never came
novacaine for all the
frenemies and enemies
that took shots and stabs
to leave me drained
man ain’t nothin changed
but the weather from geographical measures
my perspective
numbers they put together
just to hit my line
had to detach from all the noise
up out the matrix just to realign
my own eye with i-n-i
clearin my sins as the pen ink blends
pouring penitentiary columns
in my old moleskine
lookin for moments when
i first fell in love with the sh-t
these days i’m
soul security searching
for my retirement and uhh…
i feel you preacha
i dont do this for the people
i tried but even politics
rhyme with empty promises
so ima just
stay in my corner vibe in my lane
they don’t understand
until you start doin yo own thang
i’ll maintain
i ain’t trippin bout the money f-ck the fame
sh-t, i’d rather change my wife’s name
last name doe
first name jane
buy me some land
couple hunnit grand
travel the world without a phone in hand
give a d-mn if its too grown man
i cashed a check for happiness
but now i chill in advance
walking an unknown path
but yet in darkness i shine
composing chapters of my life
line for line

- mcskill thapreacha

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