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letra de showtime - ngajuana

iiiiiiiiiiiiii; will keep on going hard
my grind isn’t like your grind
life’s been movie-like, yup and it’s show-time
uh, uh, yup and its show-time, uh, curtains up, it is show-time
iiiiiiiiiiiiii; will keep on going hard

relentless, fame is a temptress
same with the game, but the grain, went against it
cause to be the same as these lames would be senseless
insane or a shame or just plain old pretentious
plus i ain’t rich, won’t say no pretend sh-t
i say what i think what i say is intended
what’d i say? won’t spray; then amend it
i’m sorry in advance, cause you may get offended
i grind like t–th do, shine like nine lights
problem is, the world’s full of birds, rats and blind mice
curtains up, show-time this is my life
lemme introduce the main cast, me and my mic
hindsight, words and thoughts, curbs i chop on
or slang or whatever slang serves your block, i’m
always going hard, much harder than the rest
til they put me in the ground, i can sleep in after death

(hook)

i ain’t slowing down or stopping, ever
so tight, gotta be among the tops with talk or better
toxic talker, just a pauper trying to be the prince
proper, get my license to print paper and penny pinch
cause pistol popping is a p-ss poor option
and i’m sick of robbin’, more than batman and this isn’t gotham
um, i’m, i’m, i’m a problem, yes indeed
you speak my name in jest; you know what the gesture’ll be
no joke, get it straight, no jester in he
who is i, who’s always smiling like the cheshire is me
half-coon, always sporting dark circles like a raccoon
gave up sleep for a computer full of half-crooned
rap tunes, going in, trying to blow, like, ka-boom
screaming f-ck the world, as i slap it with the mushroom
cloud, always loudest in the crowd
howitzer among the cowards, now, how was this allowed?

cause this ain’t a sprint, it’s a marathon
so i’ll carry on, til i carry on my carry on
i plan on having a career that is very long
and a platinum chain with a pendant that’s a pair of bongs
so put the cameras on me and just let em roll
might catch a quick flash of brilliance, call it ghetto gold
seen a lotta hardship, resilient, i will never fold
searching for fulfillment in the millions i may never hold
ain’t a rapper co-signing, probably cause i’m broke, grinding
plus i never go outside; i’d rather sit home, rhyming
coal mining spitting written stones, diamonds
sick, i sit alone, suffering this sickness stone silent, uh
so forever, i endeavor: go hard!
trying to teach those who taught, who said i’d never go far
you can weather those odds and you’re never wrote off
once you truly go hard, you can never go soft

- ngajuana

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