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letra de rebel at his true best - rali

[rali: verse 1]
you ever felt like every time that you get up out seat, people watching you?
think they hate your guts, but they never even talked to you?
seen who you used to be? know who you became?
you’re feeling close to fame, but you’re so far away

look in the sky, like a scientist; blind as sh-t
searching for the answers to my questions, hope i find them quick
why is it? everywhere i go, i gotta pay a different toll
for every debt that i acquire, with a fine tip pen
and a light skin girl, with some nice lips
thick -ss, nice hips, slim waist, cute face, nice t-ts
mean walk; thinking she a queen, but the sh-t ain’t what it seem
so she try to hold on to n-gga, like some vise-grips?

but still, i eat the sh-t that’s on my plate
n-ggas really love me, but in public, they just love to hate;
behind closed doors – same dudes same pressing play on my sh-t
tryna ride on my d-ck

so i just tell them dudes
they can get up off my d-ck, before they get pregnant
cause these n-ggas love to talk, then they switch subject
like, “did you hear that n-gga sheed? i heard he weak.”
faking like they hit delete, while them n-ggas hit repeat
see, wolves run in packs, and b-tches run in fleets
what them b-tches don’t know, have them jumping out they seats
i guess their thinking in the back of their mind, i shouldn’t be able to fly:
aerodynamics of bee flight

so they just hate me when they see flight
gritting their t–th like, it’s a piece of meat stuck in their t–th
i branched out; these n-ggas been leaf-like; wreath-like
seasonal, feasible, meat sliced

but i’m rare like a over-done ham, in a mosque in arabia
god’s in the making here, and i ain’t gotta fake it
if i’m lying, let god strike me down while i’m saying this
i’m probably the most intelligent mind in your radius

never been babied
never been baby-ish
got up on my grown man
n-ggas acting lady-ish

false hope? lost dreams? big cars? big screen?
man that sh-t ain’t what it seem, so i just sit back and breathe…

can i breathe?

(man… i just want to breathe man… baby, get me some water… thank you.)

[rali: verse 2]
where did i end?
or, where should i begin?
as i sin, and i bleed from the ink my pen
and i think that my friends are my enemies;
my enemies depend on my sh-t, like diapers
i spit like vipers; venomous

snake denim jeans
n-gga please…
i been bigger
while you little n-ggas
pretend to squeeze triggers

corporate thugs whisper sweet nothings in your ear
and you dig it like a b-tch! now you think that you legit?
how you know you ain’t been fooled yet?
all that ice on your chain, you think you cool man?

these n-ggas p-ssy, boy they wetter than a pool man
d-mn… i’m in the kitchen with the candlestick
you still ain’t got the clue yet!

haters are so fake dog
n-gga, you ain’t me
so how you gon hate
when you ain’t even paid your dues yet?

i get these n-ggas excited; i’m like a new check
cause they only get to see greatness once in a blue moon
who knew? that swag sh-t washed up like shampoo
p.u. – cause i sh-t in the booth, when i spit in the booth…

sh-t in the booth
i spit in the booth like i’m missing a tooth…
i got these n-ggas aloof
you missing the point, cause i’m spitting the truth

rali baby…

- rali

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