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letra de hii power ii/5 am in arizona (remix) - ricky taylor

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[hii power intro]

[verse 1: ricky taylor]

all we see is helicopters and coppers..
trynna stop up from achieving the impossible..
hand on the bible..
i’m fighting demons..

mama told me “ricky i’m praying you slow down”
fighting satan..
guess im angry cause i just don’t know how..
but i know that jesus died on the cross for me..
he’s in my heart..
you can feel it in the art homie..

but free will is in the form of pretty p-ssy..
trynna pull me off track..
sipping hennessey..
these women gon remember me..

nothing less than real..
i’m who these figures pretend to be

i don’t follow trends..
need to make no make no friends..

is you family..
or kin..
better state your biz..

lord forgive me for my sins..
i confess my sins..

i promise that i’ll be better once i live in peace..
i’m in pieces..
but yet i’m reaching..
cause i know that you see me..

i see the blessings manifesting..
keeping me afloat regularly..
i fall short..
i don’t deserve to see the heavens..

wondering why i was born the day that equals seven..
that’s god’s perfect number..
no time to slumber..
i wake up..
im way up…
i stay up above ya..
that jump man that jumpman..
that boy up to something..

infiltrate the system..
let the truth get in ya..
christ is king..
the only way for a sinner..

cleaner than vinniger..
not your average spitter bruh..

tunnel vision on my mission
i’ll be d-mned if i give it up..

i was 9 b-mping hit em up..

church was in my blood..

but daddy wasn’t round didn’t give a…

rolling with hooligans..

ricky taylor on the loose again..

my fluid full of nutritive music..
powered by the king of jerusalem..

opponents get punitive damages..
manage to mutilate the snakes..
that’ll lure you to where you can’t escape from the voodoo..
what i’m saying is crucial..
don’t give up when you in pain..
it’s the pain that’ll move you..
it’s the prayers that’ll change..
your circ-mstances nothing remains the same..
tomorrow is something you can’t refrain..
from running from unless you jump in front of a train..

now everythings lost and you got nothing to gain..
lost one of my friends for putting one in her brain..
you don’t know what i seen we’re not one in the same..

maybe i feel empty cause i’m releasing my energy on to the microphone..
better than all my enemies..

sneak dissing..
i’ll give you a cheap listen..
while i’m cheek to cheek grinning..
knowing you envy everything i be..
keep spitting and try to compete with em..

i’ll burn your whole ego..
like i put in a cheat code..

[5 am in toronto intro]

[verse 2: ricky taylor]

wake up younger me..
it’s you from the future..

i work at a wash..
i don’t nothing super..

i haven’t acc-mulated the wealth or the loot but
i have had alot of girls do kamasutra..

your 5 foot eight..
but your heart on trooper..
your half super man and your half lex luther..

i am little man but i’m here to talk to you..
and hopefully give you a plan..
so you can be a smarter you..

nah i ain’t trynna hear that..
you got tattoos, smoke weed and get b-tches..
sh-t i’m trynna be you..

chill little me..
listen up stay in school..
nows the time to get smart..
not the time to be cool..

you got big dreams..
and they can’t come true..
unless you pray to the lord..
and steer clear of the fools..

nah them my n-gg-s..
ill ride for my n-gg-s..
die for my n-gg-s..
drink and get high with my n-gg-s..

listen little dude..
cause i’m starting to get p-ssed off..
looking at you..
i’m thinking how did i make it this far?

what i’m trynna tell yous gonna change you for the better..
ignorance ain’t bliss..
when you don’t got cheddar..

when your girl wanna house with a nice picket fence..
with a pool in the back..
but you don’t got sh-t..

and everyday your reminded that you don’t got sh-t..
and people that can’t spit getting on and got rich..

but still you keep writing..
you getting strong..
you a t-tan..
what you complaining for?
you the coldest on the mic..

but that sh-t don’t matter..
i’m trynna sell tickets like the opera..
seats far back need binoculars..
but all i got is soundcloud followers..

and an acura..
my luck is bad as f-ck..
that’s why i’m acting up..
need no sympathy..
listen to the symphony..
this is till infiniti..
ricky taylor trilogy..
plus i’m 23..
and i got enemies..
trynna get me for my energy..
cause they know me and rap got chemistry..

if i was you..
wait a minute..

that’s what really gets to me..
rap is like crack..
wrap it up and push it 10 a key

im only 16 and i know that..
better get a camera..
either cannon or a kodak..
and gon and show that..
you the one that really wrote that..
don’t hold back..
explode like a kamikaze coat rack..

- ricky taylor

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