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letra de rise of the machines - ransom & nicholas craven

[verse: ransom]
duffle spit with the soul of ali
a villain to those feeling offense to that post by kyrie
i unholster the gun and draw on whoever’s a top g
i’m top 3, and i’m not 3 or 2 either
i’m probably as high as that man who spewed “ether”
you need to stop or just get in tune, i’ma give ’em doom
i go out with a bang like john witherspoon except with a spoon
give it to ’em, i’m on the highest level, a quiet rebel
i’m privy to them thoughts that’s inside a devil
that’s why i’m special
we ain’t thinking the same things
coincidence that all the top rappеrs they push still gang bang
our people floating up sh-t’s creek and thеy calling it mainstream
america’s nightmare, i appear in all of your lame dreams
your life is not a movie, you dudes be stuck in the same scene
and since the a-team been clearing sh-t out like saline
blacker than callous beijing
yeah, when i write make sure every quote is hostile
why play by the book when you wrote a novel?
they supposed to be grovel in the presence of a god
but everyone i know is starving
they like to say that money talks, but we ain’t never know the jargon
flow’s a problem
i don’t need y’all to say that i’m great, either you wait for the flowers given
or plant the seeds ’cause you own the garden
yeah, picture blacks in that kodak
jerry jones money trumps every black that thought he was owed a pardon
you close your ears when candace owens talking
but you get intrigued by whatever oprah’s offering
might as well just close the coffin, why we gotta be limited?
i care about the message not the messenger who delivers it
don’t care ’bout the tone or the attitude that’s exhibited
i -n-lyse and revisit it, make sure i get the gist of it
before i try to dismiss the sh-t
d-mn, don’t believe in devils who play god
i had to escape bars to create bars, not great odds
but it’s best to bet on n-ggas that take scars
no face off, you die, you die by yourself
ain’t no bunk beds in the graveyard
[outro: autumn nicholls]
i’m really scared
i don’t know what to do but i’m coming back for you

- ransom nicholas craven

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