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letra de the show is still on - redtheshow

verse 1 : my vocal sounds profound, sounds different from the camera mount when spitting raps from the underground. the smooth style mix, with component beat tricks makes the song heat fire like eating hot food with chopsticks. hot rhymes from the pen, the ink writes within; like i was witnessing the great mc ren rocking the mic on stage throwing flows with rage, not matching against the mumble trap that can’t keep up the flow with the golden age. sick twisted dough fiend living life in the c-ke house and it’s not even clean. don’t expect what you see with the term drug free, dosing off when it doesn’t live up to the expectations of human beings living the life that was meant to be. not meant to be in place, but in case disappear without a trace. living death in a dark place, no where to escape the man’s pursuing them like it was a long chase. filled with rage he wilding out like he just got out of the cage, going ape shit he tearing that shit up even ripping that rhyme out of the note page. he returns to the stage old rusty and nervous he feeling he needs to start a rampage. dead as a duck, he can’t seem to get greedy with tough luck, so he gets his mind together goes back on the stage and says ” i’m stuck”. can’t get his words together he’s starting to stumble like he was throwing up. the crowd mumbling, ” this muthaf-cka suck”. suck like yo girl moving on to the next step ready to f-ck. off the stage he goes, he ain’t ready to see the world yet, he rather live in a cell and be a d-mn prison pet. intentions to despise he claims, but he can’t get one rhyme out of his mouth without feeling disengaged. feeling away from the others he can’t get his shit together backstage. and all the rage that he felt earlier making him all feel portrayed, as someone who can’t breath without air, he just needs to get a pressure gauge. wiping the sweat off he goes back live, this time it feels like he is meant to survive. put the rhymes in check, the mic on set he’s ready to get that beat back with the crowd on deck. mostly fire he spits, with a lot of pressure he hits, the stage is getting rocked steady with the flow it’s lit. back into a rhythm he goes, without letting any of his anger get to him as the show flows. on and on the flow he’s feeling like a rock star he’s too swift on his toes it’s like he walking on snow. he can’t turn cold the mighty rhyme must go as he looks around the crowd cheers instead not to oppose, he feeling like he just did an alb-m, the records keep getting cash flows. once he gets home he can’t believe what just happened, a night of success it felt like it went right past him. he’s ready to get back to work to get back on stage while he continues to write rhymes on the note page. the day is done, but it just begun, time to get back on the stage because the show is still on… (go)

- redtheshow

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