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letra de wacky - nat smith

[verse 1]
here i am, cream of the crop
you there are dreamin’ i flop
that ain’t gonna happen, my future schemin’ on lock
but still they need me to stop
they want a chance to catch up
i want a flock of hungry fans who plan to cream when i drop
i’m not the least bit bulimic, that’s why my sk!lls are so phat
my goals are not to offend they are just to k!ll some mo’ raps
over a beat that doth slap
and i got no chance to hold back
that’s what it’s like out when you’re battlin’ out the beat to the track
and thus i thrust all i have to the notepad app, it’s so bad
the old english mixing with slang
but the music bangs all the same
like romeo and juliet, that’s me and the game
i swear i’ll die for this music sh-t if it can be arranged

let that sink in, it’s my passion
it sometimes comes across brash
and the culture’s chocked-up on issues, it’s got a focus on cash
but i’ve got my focus on art, what i wanna be is a poet
but if i say i wan’ rap, i’m gon get judged so i just don’t show it
try tellin’ me you don’t know it’s true
i’m not havin’ a go at you
jump to conclusions? slow it, dude
i just try not to blow it
so when i get my shot, hope it’s soon
hurdle over it, no issues
and there’s no excuse next time you think that they do not notice you
you just take a stand, understand
only one way to be the man
every time that i see my nan i think, “f-ck!”
‘cause one day that’s gon be me
and i want to look back to see
a legacy that i’m proud of and not just makin’ a buck
i run my mouth, maybe it’s better for me tapin’ it shut
but i still think it’d be cool to fill a stadium up
i got support and advice round me, i don’t take it enough
i point my hands to the sky, towards god, and pray for some luck
but is it better to take it or to create it myself?
if i’m tryna accumulate obscene status and wealth
i keep it way laid back most times and that’s what’s best for my health
but i gotta put in work to not get left on the shelf
[interlude]

[verse 2]
wacky muh’f-ckers all round me
tryn’ clown me
but i’m proud, ‘coz they never downed me
yeah, they never found me feelin’ lost
i had a couple vipers in my camp, i cut ‘em off
i was losin’ control, and so i had to take ownership, like a boss
i got that penmanship that all my competitors never cross
plus i got diction, i just aimed for distinction, i’ll reach it possibly
a visionary, working with drive in my heart importantly
i’ve been sittin’ back with my lyrics up workin’ sorcery
i’m overk!ll, like a dictionary that has a glossary
but i’m too far advanced, so stay humble, boy, grab a seat
i’m a beast, heard this music, got hungry, i wanna eat
so far ahead with my lyrics the f-cking beat
has to keep skipping to get a chance to compete
most notably, whilst i’m doin’ this, kept my mind intact
the flows is me, my essence is still here, every rhyme is “nat”
don’t lose authenticity when who you are’s gold
cinderella’s sisters cut their f-cking feet to fit the mold
so like them compton boys with some attitude said, express yourself
i flip a middle finger to fashion with how i’m dressed as well
and they can say my outfit looks ragged, or that i’m tacky
but criticise my look when i didn’t ask and that’s wacky

- nat smith

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