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letra de 100 styles & runnin' - rhf

[verse 1: animos]
it’s been a long day
sometimes it feels like my whole life i been goin’ the wrong way
and at this rate, we’ll never get our songs played
i guess we knew something was wrong with this game
since the day we came thru we stayed true to our craft
and vowed to never ever compromise our art
so i guess we were destined to fail from the start
we did it our way, it ain’t no walk in the park
[impromptu]:
they can’t take that away from us
we always stayed honest
pushed limits independent, what more you want from us?
when we came in the game we made ourselves a promise
wouldn’t change for the fame or the label offers
ain’t livin’ the high life but i’m makin’ the most
got plans to live on the coast with a house and a boat
so every line is defined we don’t rhyme for nothing
you’ll never catch up, 100 styles n runnin’

[verse 2: animos]
these are scriptures written in blood for visionary thugs
i got the mind of a g*nius and the spirit of pac
politically i’m not a leader
theoretically i’m not a teacher
but artistically i try to reach ya
to each his own, yo that’s my motto
i live for today but keep one eye on tomorrow
time is borrowed, so find your own to path to follow
life is like a jagged little pill that’s hard to swallow
for too many years now i been livin’ and breathin’
sh-ttin’ and eatin’
sweatin’ and bleedin’
rap is the reason
these lyrics and beats and
these critics and beef
don’t get it, we been livin’ the dream, its no secret
fame and fortune, i could take it or leave it
i been turnin’ these bottom feeders into believers
mc’s chase fame, they a dime a dozen
i came into this game 100 styles and runnin’

[verse 3: impromptu]
what is life? what is pain? why do we die?
don’t cry
why are my tears so d-mn dry?
why every time that i spread my wings i fear flight?
i don’t fear death i fear life
the path that i chose, the laughs from my foes
i block it out
with a mic and a beat i lock it down
these are thoughts of the mind transferred to a pen
down onto this paper and i’m ready to win
any time, any place, any rapper can get it
i paid my dues in this game, you can check my credits
while you’re stuck on the fence
i’ll be bucking the trends
’cause something again comes back when i’m clutchin’ a pen
my soul bleed over every track
so when my pen hit the pad i’m ahead of the pack
mcs lack sk!ll, they a dime a dozen
man i’m so d-mn real, 100 styles and runnin’

- rhf

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