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letra de bonfire - nino bless

[verse 1: nino bless]
ayo the mc’s mc, with nothing yet envied
how so, the compet-tion makes’em resent me
why me, n.b. i’m barely worth 10gz
sold myself short but none of them ain’t ever pimp me
to keep that respect seems like the price is hefty
through the pen repenting my sins, life has kept me…
compressed and neglected cause mother nature’s a dead beat
no more wet be-hind my ears racing death’s speed
catch me, bit the hand that fed me time to excrete
my rep speaks for itself there’s nothing left to secrete
smelled the coffee no more poison, eating what’s deadly
now i’m getting healthy and cleansing, deading that red meat
yeah, this temple’s clean, heaven sent, lets meet
walked through h-ll, jacob boeme, google that net geeks
wish me well, or wish fail, either or
life’s a high price wh0r- that i can’t seem to afford
there’s no reason to repeat what i seek and i’m reaching for
other than to cheat and intervene all these evil thoughts
though i made it out the ghetto, still i ain’t boasting
that’s why they show me love when i slide bi, no frank ocean, church
i don’t need that throne, to each his own
look, i’m deep in a zone, like receivers going long
knowledge is my armor, you can’t take my honor
k!lling me only makes me a martyr, bless!

[verse 2: soul khan]
it’s ironic getting a piece of the pie that i wanted
same ambition that typically gets a fly swatted
bionic man sound effects whenever i’m walking
out the corner of my mouth just because my life’s awesome
before i lie in my coffin
i want kids, grandkids, and the chance to throw the rice on’em
stop calling these records, you only ipod’em
y’all don’t work to nurture the trees, you only climb on’em
i’m like ben franklin’s key with the kite on it
waiting for the moment that the bolt is gonna strike on it
everything is only out of style soon as i got it
pride hurt, i turn around and say my wife bought it
sorry my fiancée
pardon me i’m awfully
eager just to see her, see i’m having such an off day
they let us scr-pe by while the cake high at barclay’s
f-ck it, time to separate the real from the cosplay
we’re products of the blocks that we were chipped off from
but we’re more than just a lead-up to a rim shot drum
in my day the sh-t talk would get y’all jumped
‘cause i spit about life, i don’t spit on one
i ain’t got faith but that ain’t my place
to tell you what to be believe so get out of my face
with your book of wives tales
cause i fail to see how they’re any better than the heaven i make

[outro: cambatta]
i’m lost in a mental labyrinth
i’m a person with a purpose that accidentally happened
hovering through life like spike lee camera angles
society has noosed my neck it appears i’m strangled
death so close i can
hear the angels singing pledge allegiance to the flag of a devil in a halo
gave us paper for our gold
ankle bracelets on our souls
that tainted mother nature and they raped her in her holes
invisible jail cells
digital augmented realities
social security numbers are human barcodes there’s an oil spill on aisle 666
this is a game of monopoly
they play with economies
psychological ball and chains
a 9 to 5 is a third my life
after all the sh-tting, f-cking, and sleeping all i have time to do is cry
if we all know were gonna die why are we so content with not living

- nino bless

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