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letra de sacrifice - monty cristo

life and death, from my conception to my last breath
is like a test, deception in all their idle threats
but i confess, the perception that someone lies in jest
is the kind of guess that could be the steps to your final rest
don’t underestimate feelings of hate, that’s a silly mistake
that a lot of folks don’t realize until it’s too late
i got a lot of things i need to fulfill that are great
whatever it takes, if that means to k!ll or create
see, my mind set trippin, it reps wisdom
and left stiffened anybody with less vision
i embody the best rhythms
i’ll take any lane, even ones no one’s yet driven
that’s how i came to fruition, i’m too different
i would be sittin’ in the vip booth spittin’
whether it’s freestyle or truth written
one day there’s a gl-ss ceiling, next day the roof’s missing
i’m sorry, everybody, i don’t do limits
i do business
now it’s time to rise, guys, ha, i got a society to menace
see i switch with the flow, i’ll be quick, i’ll be slow
i am rich, i am poor, i am all this and more
and i’ll give k.o.s till they all hit the floor
like ali, i sting, but on this, i float
when i seek vengeance, there’s no more hope
people watching askin’ “will he lynch with a rope a dope?”
we hit and fled, but the last supper before we ghosts
to gettin’ bread, i grabbed the wine and proposed a toast
and like that, we’re gone, a verbal clark kent that you thought limped
turned out to be an artist, a davinci from the darkness
i’ll make rap g*nius have seizures
have you mourning like alonzo till past evening
it’s your training day, i watch like a hawk
up before sunrise, and i walk like i talk
but i often get lost in my thoughts
i wanna be meek, but when i talk, i’m a boss
so who inherits the earth? what’s my merit? what’s my worth?
and my interpretation is not buried in the dirt
not xxxtentacion or nipsey hussle
no disrespect, but i’m tryna to live until we end the struggle
that don’t mean i live my whole life in a bubble
but if i got to go, i intend to go with a couple
i’m just the best, man, harp or hi hats
i know the game like stuart scott of times past
and in honor of john singleton, youngest nominated
for director, made me think of trayvon on the pavement
doughboy said “they don’t care about the boy in the hood”
some don’t get the point, the point is they should
so much to unwrap in one rap
the gift that keeps on giving, just hit them with love taps
and as for the haters, fakers, and invaders
i’ve been through the gauntlet, so all it takes to end em is one snap

- monty cristo

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