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letra de cool breeze - promonant

aye d-money bring the beat back!

tell me why it’s so hard to become a god fearing man? when everyone round you is blowing smoke through the wind. they tell you they love you and they gone ride out til the end. but that all can change soon as you get caught in a jam. i’m with the commission and we just cranking out some jams. dreaming of one day serenading down in the sand. i ain’t got no lady and i just started getting paid. but even though sh-t is crazy i still got it made. tell me what’s really thе way to live and die in peacе? or the path to get rid of demons and bow out gracefully. i can see all snakes slithering around when i sleep. but it’s my intuition to keep on rocking to this beat. keep on rocking

dirty! and imma keep rocking to the beat while i’m contemplating relief from the drama these haters bring. paying em no attention it’s compensation for peace and it feels amazing to me everytime i’m blazing the beat. i’m trying to control my temper i’m demented as i can be. in december cold as the streets but the winter ain’t colder than me. d-mn. how did i lose focus? how can the bitter truth ever get mistaken for joking? i’m hoping the mistakes i made in my past are forgiven. if you telling lies for a living, you gone get the maximum sentence! my god! me and promonant on the same page, sharing a common brain wave, tell me why it’s so hard to be a god fearing man in this day and age? can i maintain? i’m steady searching for payday, hit stick for the melee, claiming you busting but i hit it first like ray j. smoking on some ak, designer all in my jj, moving quiet silento in the back with the nae nae. woo!

fj from ga, what more can i say? i can do this all day, i am not for play. got em bad like mj another thriller, ever since i’ve rapping the days have ben stiller. no comedy. i watch them bottom feed, and they souls get hollow. get on stage and freeze looking like mitch mcconnell. that’s not me, it’s wc the flow is so different. feel like professor x, it’s the school of the gifted. these guys a sell you anything, turning into decoys. dog, imma beast like hank mccoy. i spit it now with no bleeps no blunders. xing ya style out, red eye like scott summers. that’s me, who am i? it’s wc from nc/ga baby i’m so great. i can’t communicate with guys that can’t relate, like distant cousins, when they get lost i’m fuzz buzzing. from here on out expose truth over beats. i stay the goat and let y’all play with sheep. yes!

- promonant

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