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letra de rapture - pat battle

[hook: andie kritikos]
with nowhere to run to
i thought we once were
afraid to live
afraid to fight our way through
moonlight is pouring in
you let the demons in
it’s far too late to save you
i’m not afraid to face the rapture

[verse 1: pat battle]
if my genre’s dead, i’m a zombie man, call the army then
i can’t find my head, i lose my mind nights when i lie – in – bed
by a tiny thread of cred, i shred the dread and push on ahead
i lead myself and fled what the f they spread
they said they had meds, so i begged and plead
follow me por favor, toward the sh0r-
say no more, that’s what war is meant for
slept on more floors than i’ve kept score
if i can’t soar up – i’m down to roar
i croon to the moon – swoon in the doom
the gloom – it blooms new tunes in the womb
soon – the fumes will allude to a boom
calm as a bomb – armed in my palm
alarmed by the p-wns who be gone come dawn
i lay my grenade on a lawn – it sp-wns
swan songs for the lost and weak
the cost of loss is so obsolete
when a bullet could frogger across a street
and go launchin’ a college kid off his feet
the equality’s quality’s probably cheap
hardly deep, now that’s hard to keep
of course i want a piece of the pie, i’m high
worse on earth, better off in the sky
heart in the art, spirited lyrics
so i’ll never quite die – clever, bright, wise
whether that lies in a rap disguise, i pacify
the acts that you ratify, i had to find the why in the will
to k!ll the d-mn demon deep down in streams of green, ’cause i see

[hook]

[verse 2]
the past is after us, fasten up
i’m here ’cause a series of m-ssacres
left me for dead in diaspora
so i’m soft as a velociraptor bruh
with jur-ssic baggage and a batch of madness
my addict habits are raps and adlibs
i have to have it in my repertoire
a reservation reserved in a reservoir
when the fleet’s depleted i feel a bit defeated
when i kick the beat, it’ll reheat the reason
i wrestle with words – stress incurs
more inspiration for the stimulation
but the incubation stage phases me
perhaps this isn’t what i’m made to be
relax pat, someday you’ll see
what it all was for, i mean all them doors
that closed slow, i suppose my woes
echo and explode in flows of text so
foes who yet pose in throes of fresh gold
a plot i cannot let go like “presto”
but to learn is let a worm burr in the brain
rearrange everythang ever been explained
abstract lane for a metaphoric train
transport pain in a molecule of rain
what i’ve lost dawg, how do i regain?

disloyal to the game – say it quite plain
i’ll never take a pill that chills, i feel – afraid to give, but too brave to live
i’m made to fill gaps in your favorite meal
the ones you throw out and forbade they steal
and with nowhere to run, they face the gun

[hook]

[bridge: andie kritikos]
i’ll never back down, i just brush the blood off
there’s so much more to you, now show me what you’re made of
i only trust in you
’cause when you’ve lost your mind
you got absolutely nothing left to lose

[verse 3: pat battle]
when i sit back ripped and i burn a few
i think horton would flip if he heard the who
then i switch to lit for a firmer view
it makes me hotheaded like i permed my do
but i’ll never do that, it’s nothin’ or naps
i stay natchy, my name’s catchy
it’s pat battle, i ain’t poppy
the seed that sow is hope mami
you can’t catch me, i’m jerry, very quick
barely there, you ain’t snarin’ sh-t
droppin’ pslams on your sh-tty songs
my gritty drums are timmy’s tonuge
super loud, bustin’ rhymes, give it to me now
rap is a scene, kinda like a movie now
honors and barters personas as martyrs
while murders you’ve heard of converge with the lot of
co-inky-d-nk? i don’t think, i smell a ruse
dios mio! jesus de la cruz
the government f-ckin’ the public, no lube
some brothas are puppets to tugs on a shoe
m-ssa claps – they dance on cue
it’s true – they don’t really answer to you
so f-ck the fans and followers man
you ain’t emanc-p-tin’ with a proclamation
to this chattel rap trap that plagues the nation
what could the whole sham be more hollower than?
i wanna hear a motherf-cker with economy plans
not a real appealing feel good equality jam
you ain’t a model fam, more like like a modeling man
any f-ckin’ -ssh0l- can win a lottery d-mn
and that’s where hip hop is at now, but i’ll never [back down] so you better [back down]
what a pleasure to weather this storm in which i was born
in sapien form, i may be informed, but i’m fortunate
to know why my form is unfortunate
the history of here’s like a torture fl!ck
the score’s the whip, can’t afford to slip
like a corner’s pick who returns a six
like a christmas gift from the grinch, that b-tch

- pat battle

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