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letra de don't put me in a box - nuel

(verse 1)
i spit it poetic, all these lil rappers hop on a beat the relation parasitic, i done did it, i paved my own, you on a road to success while i’m on the highway, i don’t cope the high way, i cry it out, night day, i sit with the demons, i fight them, get out my head, i got no room for invitation, everything else got a reservation
made the beat myself oh sh-t its amazing
ah f-ck, run it back, imma say this one time
i could care less about whats on your timeline
don’t f-ck with my vision, watch me split yours of mine, with divison dont disrespect my craft and ability, gotta give credit where credit due, effortless delivery, hit you like sonic boom, a seed ready to bloom, my talents will go infinite
(hook)
dont put me in a box
dont put me in a box
dont put me in a box
dont put me in a box
dont put me in a box
dont put me in a box
dont put me in a box
dont put me in a box
(verse 2)
wake up
wake up
wake up b-tch
nuel is going off, watch this sh-t
motherf-cker i run it, i can spit it on some heavy drums and 808’s, or like the rest of this project, random keys and a little bass
i’ve been working and working and working it
keeping all the rhymes at all times more legit
even though it was rough i ain’t quit the spit fit
and i’m keeping it going forever and ever music my endeavor, better stay a rock and not a pebble, i stay on my toes and don’t answer to defeat
jump on a beat and i k!ll it like like like woo, i came a long way since let me be, with that l went into trajectory, wasn’t making back then the way i am now, the reason i called hunting its cause im finding my style, im finding my sound, got the confidence to pull up with no glitz nor no glamour
i’m non stop in your face like a phone call spammer, no no no,no the grind don’t stop, how much i worked myself, i panicked like the siren of the cops
on the trap,the boombap, or the jazz soul, no matter what my raps stay fancy, i was hunting now i’m finally back to muder you, you pansies, but i won’t i gotta keep it classy
i’m writing and writing all day, come on,don’t play with me, im rising to be one of the artist of my centurie, im finally becoming who im meant to be, now feel the rhythm how im spitten, letting out the beast within, a couple months i dropped some singles and a tape, now you tell me who’s stuck on replay, my music go hard, its sonically erected, im just f-cking around, i’ll say whatever and watch you b-tches stay in bound, boy i got lost then found
(hook)
dont put me in a box
dont put me in a box
dont put me in a box
pop it off, light it up
(verse 3)
rapping till im dust i can’t get enough
get it for the one time get it for two time
what are my chances flip a dime
what am i doing? a rap career im pursuing
doing anything and everything to get it
i been hungry, i dress bummy, if you ain’t
notice, you been dummy, the industry better not treat me like a side and just f-ck me
cause im worth more than that, yeah i built my own throne to the stairway of rap, yeah we coming back with the heat, rapping just to rap, forming an opinion gon have you stuttering like the hat, on my dna style, i bring you the fire, im runnin im runnin from all the noise when it gets me just know i’m —
and we getting away to live another day, we doing this sh-t just for fun like bt3, don’t put me in a box

- nuel

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