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letra de damaged people - raw teknik

damaged people lyrics

pat obahiagbon talks…
yea, should i just scribble the rhymes, p-ss it to another man to read and understand/ while i listen to the music and endup to be a stan/picture me that i came alive with a diferent plan into your future from the past for you to sit and relax/ cos you were born in a trap/a place where no one gives a sh*t about your -ss till you make the cash/you tell them you gona be the next star and they just laugh ‘haha’ cos they think its impossible, they all perverts! talking about your life pattern, in a country where the only nice word is “how far”?/ we went to school and p-ssed out/ now we going for our masters with only 5 shirts in the bag with two trousers/ we just walk on the street and admire different mansions, hoping we gona get ours anyday when the time comes/couple of years later we got different p-ssports to apply for a job and wait for the outcome/i got the info courtesy of an uncle/everything was cool and i also went for the interview/ provided the right answers, looking promising next thing i saw was politics, they asked for couple of cheese and i couldn’t provide it so i had to leave, d-mn!! a part of dedication, i place a verse to edge trepidation/what am spitting is an indication that am getting closer to a master piece/as a kid i came out to mix coz we believed in what we see and taught to be discrete among the peeps/part of me was to cut the limit and group of friends i try to keep/all the trend including when they teach us in cl-ss, it was a rule to listen and disguise/ and act wise but never give in to pretence and lies/ at times in my cl-ss, talking to a girl was bravery/an act to always brag about but with a stride i grewup with a force where my pops wanted medical course and of course it was a course not to oppose but to stay focus for tomorrow. hiphop was in my blood from an unknown source so i had to holdon and life is not a bed of rose/a prose i never forgot, that’s how the story goes…
i understood life in different views/when they don’t get a clue, people hate what they listen to/i hated rapping too and all through the years i never thought i could express myself by writing too/ didn’t tell my parents cos i had the proof, everything with a clue and the right att-tude cos reciting was a verb we only used for clearance/tell the sisters searching for they partners, just relax and have faith in christ/ when you rush you endup in divorce and that’s emmotion lost and that’s a motion of me trying to put n-ggas all through the flop/ when they’re coming up, i pay devotion off/ many n-ggas loose focus because of compet-tion/ too many n-ggas were called but only few were chosen/i’m poring a verse and am trying to keep it like that/some n-ggas mis-match, no one cares to improve his/her talent but everybody wanna be star so amma risk that planet/acknowledging the fact that am a nigerian cat doing hiphop/we keepup the rhyme and its far from p-ss, go to lag, abj and back to ph/ that’s where the real hiphop lives/we repping it, am putting my city back on the map but yall don’t recognize these/ cos you’re too busy with the wacks/step on a fact; sipping coffee, am glad/paying values, painting images separated from the features/ incarcerated by n-ggas who couldn’t keepup the realness…
listen to the chorus

outro: people nervous when they hear us so they feel jealous/ and compet-tion is an error cos i’ve been a terror from uterus! i can go on and on but that’s just the end of it…

- raw teknik

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