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letra de next level - rob john

next level – rob john

(verse 1)

artilary loading up my algility, pouring out the flows in loads compose the spillary
more delivery, rhymin in times vicinity, so bright in a chyph i could light up a century
my raps entertain i don’t need a intrelude, i hate the media spot light forget a interview, i’m in a mood, to hop on the mic, and spit a hit or two, mixing all of my tracks and cooking up my lyrics brew
creating a universe, i rehe-rs- the verse, flowing right from the core just like middle of earth
i gotta make it, like it was my last time on the planet, leaving a long catalogue so they could go and jam it
gotta do what you love until your last breath, i got so much words i can’t rap less
to give you music helps me to express, and as long as im alive ima flow to the death..

(chorus)

i do this for the fans
yo this one is for the team
going for the change
and i ain’t talking bout the cream
visualize greatness, and visualize the dream
ready for the next level
going up thru the beam
i do this for the fans
yo this one is for the team
going for the change
and i ain’t talking bout the cream
visualize greatness, and visualize the dream
ready for the next level
going up thru the beam

(verse 2)

giving up is not a option, gotta give the rhyme doctrine, got more pages to write that’s why i’m locked in
like a safe, words reaching every race, gotta get it done but i’m moving at a steady pace
remember when we use to play the c-ssette and rock the jam ?
now we bout to have phones that make holograms
making reality unreal, i know i’m dumb ill
they in the back saying son chill!

yo knowledge is power
thinking from the top of the hour
a child rising up to be the next modern day scholar, fake gods like in the back of the dollar
they bout to really see the wrath of the father
they gettin shot up in the back of impalas
when will it stop?
i guess we’ll never know
they sea son like oregano
but they ain’t really tryna hear me tho
but in there soul they could feel the flow
like a boxer in the ring that be soaking up all the head shots
real fighters keep going and never let the legs stop
can’t politic now i’l catch you at the next stop

(chorus)

- rob john

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