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letra de memory fields (feat. cashmere the pro) - mr. sos

[verse 1]
envision a landscape that backdates to 80s miami
that’s when this kid moved there with his family, straight outta cali
at an early age
already learning the traits that’ll carry with him from his early stages to the pearly gates
even as a child it’s hard to ignore the murder rates
when all your life fights, shots and flashing lights were commonplace
before the drama shows, and serato codes
i’m talking fm to cassette
pause, the song is yours
by the time i got on that cypress hill my mind was blowed
my homie gregman had the ganja rolled
will deal introduced me to mic geronimo
but i still had love for the west
had the vinyl version of domino
so vamanos
mc battles i title hold
but i was more concerned with resonating around the globe
sweet as the blood of diabetics to honor why i did it
love as a fan, foremost, before the writer credits

[verse 2]
suspense was never missin’ for instance i witnessed multiple heists, was possibly in ‘em
both culprit & victim
but i went through premonitions, envisioning better living
started timid, flipped my confidence to a higher percentage
never minding my image
never intended to be hip-hop’s first cuba-rican rap nerd, i just did it
there comes a moment when you notice the truth
there’s no avoiding the absolute
this always was you
sobering moments from a dr. potted
hoping the knowledge spreads to the hypocritical oafs that surround it
the front page shows crazy bumpkins got played like trumpets
currently 80 muskets are waving at lady justice
so naturally rappers like me demand action in droves
don’t dismiss me as a battle rapper cause i snap on my poems
battling bigotry using imagery
from every moment in history to now til infinity

[cashmere the pro]
[verse 3]

you see their faces in the cypher
the dreams of taking it higher
writers with phat lines with hopes of making it tighter
it’s the desire
to be the greatest is what they aspire
they light up the minute when you eye ‘em
spittin the fire
dragon saliva drippin
you see the entire mission
they ain’t just live to be hip when their kind is wired different
the source comes from loss
still they finding additions
the force of they cause
that got the empire trippin
the growth of the youngin is the result of the struggling
the product of corner hugging
the gun bussin’ & hustling
the strip clubbin’ and thuggin’ was cliche
the beast way
he lynched emcees in silence while pressed hunting for substance
no levy broken to wreck off the dome
syllables more than gs when there’s more than double x in your chromosomes
it’s like you lost your zone
ain’t reach your twilight
step in the limelight
and it just feels like you’re going home

- mr sos

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