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letra de upper echelon - not sure

[chorus: not sure]
i’ve been way too long on that trunk road sh-t
i’ve been way too occupied in that ‘spectator’s role’ sh-t
been in free-for-all for ages
and they sent me home
pr-ne to roll the dices
take the prices
upper echelon-ish
aye
i’ve been way too long on that trunk road sh-t
i’ve been way too occupied in that ‘spectator’s role’ sh-t
been in free-for-all for ages
and they sent me home
pr-ne to roll the dices
take the prices
upper echelon-ish
aye

upper, upper, upper, upper, upper
upper echelon-ish
aye
upper, upper, upper, upper, upper
upper echelon-ish
aye

[verse 1: not sure]

every kingdom needs a ruler
every kingdom subject to intruders
every kingdom subject to a judas
seated at the table
probably next to you, undoing
every standard that you tryna set
crossed fingers with the ‘roger that’
mediocrity as means of the vulture culture to counteract
pleased by a matastasized disease
we should call a vet
supper for the upper
past feeding time for a copycat
folk is infected by the pest
’cause you refuse to reach for the world beyond your nest
because you choose to hide behind the safeguard of your past
when life gave you lemons, you did not aim to p-ss the zest
pick the pillow up yo -ss
rather than pepper up yo -ss
past seasons left us unseasoned
bland flavors we were left, yes
every kingdom needs a ruler
and a ruler comes with lat-tude
napoleon on prime time
versus he who found his waterloo (i’m napoleon)

upper, upper, upper, upper, upper
upper echelon-ish
aye
upper, upper, upper, upper, upper
upper echelon-ish
aye

[verse 2: jesse joel]
tell me
do you wanna be the man?
tell me
is it money that you seek in my hands?
tell me
am i grim when i reap of the land of the living?
is it a facade?
tell me again
keep up
keep up
you don’t wanna stay behind when i speed up
you don’t wanna see me rise from the darkness
honest
i made it my b-tch and i’m coming for the light now
promise
everything i build is real
oh, you know? my touch feels
my presence fills
your fear, nightmare, i will
not be fooled by cheap tricks and low blows
my cloak so fresh, so old
chit-chat stone cold as my code
undead, i am beautiful
ugly when i touch your soul
yes
and my knife’s exciting
glide around, fly on auto pilot
watch me turn heads
i came uninvited
i bought you a present
it’s grey and shiny
straight from the ground
order me a round
we might as well drink
it won’t matter now
said you heard me coming from miles away
if that’s the case
don’t run, no time to waste
tick-tock
i wear the clock on my chest
next in line to be the reaper in fact
i decide if you survive
you’re blessed
you have five minutes for my cigarette
to burn out
turns out your sh-t went left
’cause i’ve been in the shadows ready to attack
y’all better follow my every step
or don’t know when i’m coming
i am next

upper, upper, upper, upper, upper
upper echelon-ish
aye
upper, upper, upper, upper, upper
upper echelon-ish
aye

[outro: not sure]
where is the love? (where is the soul?)
where is the soul? (where is the soul?)
ain’t no core (there ain’t no core, no core, no core)
don’t hurt me
no more (no more)

- not sure

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