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letra de content - nathan r. allen

[verse 1]
you’re now listening to some words i’m rapping
that weren’t planning on being heard in fact the
fact that you haven’t cursed or laughed at me
deserves a clapping
now cut that sound, on a small voluntown campground
i met rap and ever since she’s been my pen pal
these rhymes are my love letters, tell her to send al
some words of encouragement, you know jealous men doubt
i’ve been down in the southeast corner of connecticut
praying for this paper to say something worth remembering
it never did, i had to use my own penmanship
so these weak end-rhymes are the best lines you’ll ever get
i went from street busking to playing in a rock band
pa said i would never make it with that nonsense
sent me off to college, think i’m gonna stop it?
not yet! i made this for the content

[hook]
content (they came for the)
content (you know you want the)
content (you’re here for the)
content

[verse 2]
i hate devoting my days to what no one takes seriously
so this rap album’s the last one you’ll hear from me
i can barely keep up the speed and i made this track
i’m cringing in my bas-m-nt right now as i play it back
i hate this, man; i got the hunger and right drive
but the music won’t requite with so much as a high-five
don’t call me a rapper, i’m not a true rhyme sayer
i’ve spent months staring at college-ruled line paper
so unnatural, i stare at my pad and don’t
write a dang thing, i revert to this hackneyed flow
so take me as joke, i can’t take you not taking me
seriously seriously; now who’s the laughing post?
they tell me it’s fantasy, but i’ve missed so much with family
i think i’m past thinking of this as a dream
answer me, what kind of man would leave
a house framework abandoned when it’s already half complete?
unsure of my surname, continual comments
but six years from now, you’ll see loober on a box set
give it up, the future you already bought ten
object? you haven’t heard the…

[verse 3]
give me a new song, not some squalid ol’ doo-wop
put in some content, something solid to chew on!
i been waiting too long, i’m talking to you all
if you blow up, i’ll stomp you out (pop) like a juice box
i don’t shoot the breeze; i harpoon it
i don’t beat around the bush; i charge through it
this is above what your average stupid little underground rapper’s doing
i’ll rest this track in peace, i don’t need flash the deuces
i don’t wanna brag, but dang it, i’m creative
if you think my flow’s too cold, you can microwave it
you got this boy to blame for destroyin’ the game
i’m the greatest rapper/producer since hit-boy or ye
ay!! see i got the battle rhymes
but since i don’t talk like that in my actual life
these wasps think i’m mimicking glamorized rapping life
learn the culture or else hand back the mic
the artist in me was unborn past its seasons
but before they could abort it, the lord hatched the fetus
rap came to me straight from the hand of jesus
so i plan to write until i have no hands to speak with
just cause i’m inept, kept down by the grind
doesn’t mean i can’t knock you flat out with a rhyme
been holding it down since 2009
tell me what you want! yell it louder this time! they want the…

[verse 4]
test my authenticity, i use what god has given me
to speak for those disabled without a disability
i know there’s other kids like me, embarr-ssed to speak
life didn’t teach them ent-tlement in the least
bigger dreams forfeited for your little peace
cause their hearts believe you’re more worthy of everything
what you know about not knowing how to answer to anything?
what you know about awkwardness? not a bit!
i box and ship cringes in bulk, my job is this:
a shipping-free facility to give you a nauseous twinge
still as a college kid i remain haunted with
the consequence of not coming with a constant wit
i’ve never been eloquent, always slow of speech
but i got beats and poetry, you can’t take those from me
you’ve never seen a mop cut kid go this deep
since bieber was flowing over throne’s otis beat
i don’t go for beef, but i can’t help noticing
so many people just heeding their emotions lead
take a moment, think before you leap
to a radical judgment, get your own beliefs!
if anger and self-pity are your two-time mistresses
if you give love your own graphite images
i’m sick of it, i’m digging into this industry
listen we, are not owed what’s been given free
“the love you deserve” is an oxymoron
we all worship something whether our bodies or god
don’t mind me writing naïve short thoughts
you hate people, you’re obviously more smart
take it from an honest self-described novice
so recluse, you’d think i grew up in a convent
all nod heads from the ferry to the projects
all set? nice, that’s what we call content

- nathan r allen

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