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letra de north ft. ogimaa & james fishe - mysterion

[verse 1: mysterion]

they dream chasers, we dream catchers
so fly my dreadlocks finna need feathers
the quill always clever, i’m fillin up the ledger
wintergreen weather, givin’ them all shelter
buildin’ it up from the entrance to the exit
still keepin’ em, f-f-forever guessing
like uh, what’s the lesson, we bringin’ such a presence
the wisdom and the message, adjust and shift dimensions
who ready for ascension, this better than inception
direction through intention, gone beyond all convention
to where none has ventured, ever spoken or mentioned
i go with no question, return home a legend
bestow ’em all with blessings
and then some

[verse 2: ogimaa]

yeah

sky ain’t ever been the limit, the galaxies infinite
when you be looking at a star, i be all up in it
i bear no forgiveness, and time as my witness
i take my people out the gutter, and give ’em some
b-b-business
ain’t ever been bad guy
jus’ tasting for finer, eat more p-ssy than pad thai
diamond in the ruff, polish it make stack high
and money never sleeps, i walk around with these black eyes
and bad guys never seem to catch up, i’m mad fly
been blessed by a chief, priest, muslim and rabbi
before i started smoking, i was already d-mn high
so i’m shooting for the stars, it’s not enough to just get by

[verse 3: james fishe]
ugh…

push my back against the wall, i break it down
shake the town, quake the ground
wake up now, my message.. don’t play the clown
my tremors can fade the crowd, put the hammer to these riff-raff
i got the hop, it’s time to give em the hip back
(yeah!)
playing my sound, you definitely gon’ get a lit jack
i control speakers like parliament stuck on fishe rap
the three of us against y’all? call that a mismatch
gift wrapped, bliss pack, lift you from pitch black (ohhh)
tell a homie that we only uplift cats til they kick facts
i don’t rank phony cause grant told me just spit crack and let ’em trip flat
yeah
my vision up, you ain’t around
probably cause fishe the king, james make em wait to bow
i wasn’t self bestowed, (nope) instead was dealt this load
so i carry, with my head high, this very heavy wealth in flows (greatness)
just know the belt at home, protected by my celtic bros
royalty and loyalty the code, please let that message grow

ugh….
yeah!

- mysterion

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