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letra de the come up - poetik

[intro]
you know when in 10 years of rapping
if anything i’ve learnt, it is that you gotta keep feeding your dream in order for your dream to come to a reality
with that said, this is the story of how i started out, how we started out
before i take you forward, i gotta take you back
let’s roll up a joint
it’s gon’ be a minute

[verse 1]
let’s take you back to ’03 when i first started spittin’
escapin’ through the music from the ghetto we was livin’
all the usos from st. joe’s used to kick flows
skip class and head back to my pad to smoke ‘dro
before it was about the diamonds in your wristw-tch
it was rocking lyrics with spirits, just loving hip-hop (hip-hop)
ran with the usos i was cool with, went to school with
started a rap crew and sparked a revolution
grew up in the struggle so we know about the hustle
ask around and folks tell ya we was nothing but trouble (trouble)
and best believe it was the absolute truth
’cause we would scr-p anybody like—
memorise my verses ’cause my freestyle was wack
[?] rock the mic and lay you flat off your back
and i fed off of that, through time i would evolve
till my flow is cold, left mcs smoke like pistols
as we became known for spitting hard batter
let it pave the way to beef so we got to jaw-shattering
got real with the music, became focused more
shout-out to [?], thanks for opening the door
our very first track, “thug’s paradise” was laid
shot straight to magik fm and got some airplay (airplay)
[interlude]
much love to [?] on the times and always supporting us
given us a place to shine (vale [?]), check

[verse 2]
sh-t, and it was on from then
vital status was the name we was hustlin’
unsigned record deal with my ex’s pops
but it didn’t work out and it didn’t work out
then along came the real ones to pull us out the dark
[?], you’ll always be in my heart
[?], we found shine and the music was loud
with the music of marijuana, i was on cloud nine
i guess you saw something [?] we couldn’t see
for real—without [?] records, where the h-ll would we be?
put us on a few songs with some very big names
king kaps, ben vi and ever sara jane (sara jane)
but we wrote two songs for her, she put it on her album and she won an award (she won an award)
don’t get it twisted, i’m so proud of her for that
but as for the video shoot, she never came back
she filmed it without us, man, i watched it in the club
turned to my uso pat like, “d-mn, that’s what’s up”
as i was leaving the bar, see a [?] shirt
first time i met savage, i was like, “let’s spit a verse”
we was chilling on the seawall, it felt like a blessing
the very next day, it was a studio session
swooped up, victimate the beat, it was [?]
laced a first verse, this is how the hook went—
[break]
[?], so down to lurk
we get dirty, dirty down there in [?]
[?], so down to lurk
we get dirty, dirty down there in [?]
check

[verse 3]
6-eighty-5 was a cold place to be
we used to go without food, used to walk without shoes
so we all made a plan to get the f-ck out or die
still ride for our apia, that’s the city of god
said peace with the deuce to the city i’m from
hustle the one-way ticket straight to south auckland (straight to south auckland)
one by one, we made our way to sa
get the [?] youth benefits straight to [?]
still writing lyrics, let my headphones blaze
still tryna make a living in this rap game
still represent my city, man, i honour my promise
took a demo to [?] ([?]) hoping that they’d sign us
that’s what brother d told me, it was under the bar
how the f-ck could that be when i shoot for the stars?
guess it’s back to the ghetto, riding in a stolen car
only thing we seem to catch, a call case and a scar (scar)
five years passed and the music dried out
samoan rap kings, we was buried underground
caught up in the life, we was gifted but restricted
started claiming heartless, yeah, we was 86in’
still tryna make it, still kicking rhymes
it was hard to chase dreams but you smoke your [?]
caught a flight to sydney just to see my girl
’bout to drop my seed, this ’bout to change my world
i’m at the point of my life where i’m like, “f-ck rap
f-ck the industry and f-ck all you f-ggots on the radio”
i’m looking for a job, legitimate living
honest work and i’m with it ’cause for real, it beats prison
from a different world, sydney strange to me
can’t understand half the sh-t that they saying to me
but i’m like, “cool, first time the fridge was full”
drug-free and a lightbulb in every single room
from carpets and concrete to smooth top floors
from stolen and paid-for and double garage doors
from pushing a whip hot to having regimen warrant
don’t stress on the cops ’cause i gots no warrants
said to say rap was dead for me
that’s in the past, now i’m looking what’s ahead for me
till i went for [?] at my girl’s [?] house
connected with a couple of the usos from the south
introduced me to manny, the cat my girl talked about
then he played me some beats and it was ill, no doubt
and i was like, “check this out, put me on the mic”
and that led the way to “i don’t wanna waste your time”
tell you fake rappers, i’m about to take your shine
you haven’t earned the crown—how you gon’ take what’s mine?
snap your vertebrae, beat the murder case, far from amateur
first mixtape from the drop, the ambassador
[interlude]
yo, yo, check, check, test, test, one, two
check, there’s like, um, there’s, like, echo, echo on the headphones, uce
aight, try it now. [?]
alright, check, ready, yo

[verse 3]
approach with caution, slow walking if you ain’t kin to me
catching my entity is like kissing treacherous centipedes
it just won’t happen—my sh-t is deeper than rap
and you see the streets, [?] to me to be a lethal assassin
don’t like to operate sober, you catch me smoking for hours
now they can hate but don’t doubt ’em, my sh-t is ether to cowards
far more than beats i devour; to reach the minds i empower
got me a seat on the council of obsolute magnifito
don’t like to operate sober, you catch me drinking for days
tell my mama that i’ma change ’em, still stuck in my ways
time passes, mind fades but [?] darken with age
you see, the ink is like the fire, i consume every page
play the part a many tragedy; i’m still here, holmes
all i needed was one mic to rock like nasir jones
represent for my people, put my life on the line
so we went after to k!ll me, it’s still 6-eighty-5 (it’s still 6-eighty-5)

[outro]
still 6-eighty-5
still 6-eighty-5, 6-eighty-5
still 6-eighty-5

- poetik

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