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letra de the mourning - myke charles

[verse 1: fl]

i’m from the city of the snow
the skinny is my city is unknown
but if sadiddy what you thinking
then i’m thinking that you’re thinking really slow
‘cause superstars be getting bodied
bottles be getting thrown
and i wrote this on the road
but i bring home into the mix
when i be getting in my zone
‘cause i just know that we the sh-t
we don’t represent no coast
but when we on the fuse it lit
‘cause b-tch we all about to blow
i know you seen all of that press
t-minus 1 we lifted off into the blogosphere
thought we broke the ceiling
not knowing the top was tiered
focused in on my soul within
just to block the fear
and overcame it, i can’t explain how we got to here
i hear them shots so indirect, need to aim better
your ignorance, is equaling you a lame n-gga
i’m impactful; all i got is some change n-gga
you got the game sewn up?
well all i came with is…scissors

[verse 2: samir (of the reminders)]
we black gold mineral you find in the congo
straight path shahadah subliminal logo
no need for iphone to be mobile yea we global with the
people support, from festivals to airports
un-stoppable power, unique pace and work ethic
final hour we seek race and merk addicts
rhyme like 89 shine with militant minds
eyes on the prize while they eyes watching mine look

[verse 3: aja (of the reminders)]
envious eyes, ain’t no disguising what they aiming at
glance at my success they get depressed so now they claiming that
heard their worthless words so i know what these herbs is playing at
they yearn to strike a nerve, but i’m numb to dumb so save it jack
told you cats a long time ago there ain’t no stopping this
pride like cyanide that’s probably burning they esophagus
i know it hurts, so here’s a sweet treat to soothe the scars
double stacked kit kats i break ‘em off in 8 bars (black)

[verse 4: myke charles]

my hustle unstoppable
bring trouble that’s off with you
bumba clot…put these crabs in a boil pot jambalaya
flow cold, that’s probably flu
lay low, a n-gga can’t be seen
your shorty a jump-off
and man i bet that trampoline
when we come through for that jungle green
sh-t that look like school’s out
look like there’s a zoo loose
i got too many screws loose
you can’t hang, get a new noose
for that scratch i’m corner pocket pimp
call me a pool cue
i’m too cool
i’m in a grind, i’m getting mine
i’m finna shine, you n-ggas bronze
they too sweet, they clementine’s
peel off on the beat, i go lemon rinds
it’s dinner time and i’m famished
simmer down god d-mn it
real n-ggas is talking
and they better learn they manners
i’m from a different planet
they say i’m missing brain cells
and i coast up on the track, train rail
see yeah, everything ain’t black and white
you thinking in grey scale
i’m all about my greenery
they need a change of scenery
effective immediately
i beat an emcee repeatedly
with a piece of defective machinery
beast on a beat i’m just what you expect to see
if you were sleeping on me, i’m collecting a fee
for you even dreaming you better than me
‘cause see i’m a letter be-header
a through z i’m a shred with this rhetoric
perfected more clever than ever
it’s a level that you ain’t contesting
a blessing to deal with this stress, sh-t
why they keep trying to test him? huh?

hey man where did everybody go?

yeah we gon’ get you in the morning n-gga (in the morning n-gga)
yeah and we gon’ catch you in the morning n-gga (in the morning n-gga)
and we gon’ k!ll ’em all (k!ll ’em all)
so go ahead and start the mourning n-gga (x2)

- myke charles

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