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letra de survival of the fittest/lose yourself - ricky conaway

(survival of the fittest)

it’s survival of the fittest, and death to all the insiders
and outsiders, bouta wreck all of the d-ck riders
the ghost writers, the ghost riders, the most highest
they’re so biased, my opponents know: don’t fight it
i’m bout to chop em up and cook em, o’reidas
who do you know without a show that’s got a flow tighter
i’m like a pro fighter stepping in the ring
you ain’t fooling anybody you ain’t messing wit a thing homie
i still question: who left could dethrone me?
if they say they can they lying and they be phony
i draw em in, between the lines, they gotta listen
9/11 on the muhf-cking compet-tion
people’s champion so listen to this kid rocking
got em shocked, when i’m done you hear a pin dropping
i explode, i been bomb like bin laden
been dope, i been hot like mid nineties
the leader of a mob dug deep
so down to earth ya muhf-cking mom loves me
grinding til i get a grip finally
and everybody in the game’ll go and follow me
controlling my own lane, better steer clear of it
piece it all together til the top, like a pyramid
rhyming multiple syllables doesn’t make you a lyricist
just because i won’t diss back don’t mean i’m fearing it
standing in front of a mic is my natural habitat
but challenge to a battle rap i’m a radical acrobat
my paragraphs flow better than b-tter
on top of toast i stay alone i ain’t together wit others
i’m a master, a b-st-rd, i’m so hap-hazardous
f-cking disastrous, i’m on my put em in a casket sh-t
i counteract the tracks from -ss backwards
wannabe whack rappers and i’m about to blast a b-tch
i look around and see a lot of room
no one on my level i gotta do what i gotta do
i’m looking down, i ain’t sad i’m on top of you
somebody outdoing me is impossible..

(lose yourself)
just give it to me now i know i’m bound to get it
you call me foolish for rapping ill never learn my lesson
your grades were great until you started chasing dreams
you’re focused on making green and when you say that i’ll return a question
what’s it matter if i’m rapping or i’m in school?
either way i’ll do it better than you kids do
for my entire life i’ve always been superior
don’t try to tell me different i won’t listen to that sh-t dude
gimme a pad or a textbook, you’re mad that you’ll get shook
without me even having the best hook
f-ck it, i don’t even gotta be rhyming ya b-tch
i’m not even trying i know inside of me’s lying a legend
so every other rapper better start buying they seconds
time is running out the door i ain’t tryna be second
or behind and be the left and, take a ride into heaven
i’m designed to be tested with every line i invested
i lost myself inside of rap and i’m happy i did it
in the beginning i thought it was a cr-ppy decision
but i learn more than i do in the cl-sses i sit in
so if i ever leave then know i’ll be back in a minute
ready to celebrate and scream like i’m p-ssing the finish
you ran outta gas it ended but here at last i replenish
like the reds in the seventies i ain’t p-ssing the pennant
but i’m slashing the reputation of past interventions
i’m going harder than v–gr- and m-ssive erections
ain’t into confrontation maybe i’m p-ssive aggressive
my future’s brighter than the light that comes outta fluorescence
i’m fully loaded on a scale of a thousand percentage
i’ll put it down once every other is pounded, cemented
counted, beheaded, found to be dead in a town full of peasants
beat down to their webbing, so my sound is the best
and i been round for six and a half but imma round it to seven
it’s my founded profession, counted and measured
been down, resurrected and found the protection in undoubted perfection
no disrespect, but to me, my towns a possession
ready for fame but i ain’t down to be hounded with questions
i been bounded with threats and i’m surmounting the stresses
dilemmas over-mounted with the amount of the sessions
already crowded presently quit surrounding my essence
it might be premature but go put the crown where my head is
where i’m headed isn’t something that i’m facing
sh-t i might die tomorrow and this whole thing would be wasted
but just in-case i play it safe while you be wasted
it’s crazy my sk!ll is debated cause of what my race is
what’s the point of being lyrical if no one listens?
been tryna touch a heart while mine seems to come up missing
ain’t got no time, left to write bout if they run up dissing
i got my focus on constellations and contradictions..
b-tches..

- ricky conaway

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