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letra de kamikaze - nate rose

step into my circle, whip the opposite of urkel when i pull up
flying purple people eaters couldn’t bite at me
i sealed the fate of herschel
and i just leave em on a limb and handle my business
these rappers all walking dead, i already k!lled em

skin blanco
lyrical weapon kicking like a bronco
head hancho
spherical presence
came from the grotto
a dead rapper
rap his body in a poncho
and crack his melon with a combo like pr-nto
sayonara, uhh

kamikaze rocking body armor, when i change lanes
hard enough to body box a bull and shake it’s mainframe
he got shook and disappeared like an etch a sketch and ever since
n0body’s heard his bullsh-t for eight days

i sacrificed some great relationships
due to a p-ssion i was chasing quick
but when you’ve got everything to lose, and nothing to gain unless you make it big
well, old friends can stay at home and watch me like their getting paid to babysit
break the stage and face it kid
you’ll never see a record spin on radio, or labels with intent to book a major gig

but there’s no other option
don’t you understand, just get it
you’re a dimwit, i ain’t finished till i’m

making a record like guinness
i’m pushing the limits so don’t get offended
i spend every minute to play a position to handle my business so i can be living and k!lling
whenever i’m handed a lemon i gotta continue to grind on my own

it’s making me livid to feel that my conscience for winning won’t leave me alone
the pressure is taking its toll and i don’t even know how to get it to go
i’m trying to find a predicament leading me and my career to a throne

i try to be patient
but i’m a patient of a civil doctrine that says when you’re offered something take it
so screw it i’m on my own

i wanna tell the world, don’t stress it
your life is a blessing
don’t be a slave to the work force because time is the essence
and no matter how rich you get
well here’s a lesson
not a penny that you made is gonna go with you to heaven

sometime’s i thank god i even have a gift at all
but what’s a gift if i forget to even give at all
so before i die just look inside this crystal ball
and say i’ll be remembered for this truth i speak, now get involved

i’m breaking my habits, my p-ssion, imagine dragons imagining
how radioactive my patterns of spitting is, ridiculous
you’d think i’m playing madden
how i touchdown in a city like what happened
where’s roger the rabbit
probably just hopping round the city with rappers looking for carrots
or cabbage, or whatever these rappers are calling money these days
ladies tripping but the homies bringing baggage
and glady’s, nights that i’ve been looking hungry these days
a money to slaves

or a slave to the money you’ve got it backwards these days
i could prolly hop on a track and overshadow these lames
and if i ever need a theme song
to show that i should belong
well i guess i started from the bottom so it’d have to be drake

but i don’t need a cosign
trig is super easy
i’d just make myself a cd, just be me
then hand it to some friends who believe me
they listening on repeat
then tell a friend to tell a friend who needs me
then h-ll, her friend just showed up here to meet me
and now i gotta groupie, don’t i make it look easy?
you haters look a mess you need a squigy and a swiffer
mister, your sister got my record spinning heavily on repeat

bounce
taking off the head of any rapper with a crown
taking ’em on down
let em all clown
until i get a second i’m making it evident now
send ’em all out

got a navy, manic mafia we target everybody
not a body has a haven
when they play me, i’m the raven
taking everybody’s head off when we coming through
and breaking everybody off into a fragment
that’s a fraction of your body

getting tossed into a pit
i’m the epitome of perpetrating people with the realest on the mic
and i am diving in a fight and every night i think of winning
cuz there’s not another option
like an auction, you can hear the money talking

i’d die for this
life or death, it’s all hype i guess
but you ride to this
and my iris
look into your eyes, there’s no prize for this
it’s all pride i guess

one man with a vision
man on a mission
they said it was impossible, i ain’t tom cruise you dudes
ain’t throwing down like putting hands on a midget
your plans couldn’t even comprehend my position
you’re a crash dummy you can’t even stand my collision
i’m past hungry
you can’t even stomach what i’m coming with
a hundred miles a minute if i ever do it over
guarantee you couldn’t even really stand my revision

- nate rose

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