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letra de uppercut - ryan kopperud

[intro]
whether or not you like it, this one flies with
the bullets and the high kicks, get awful wild with

[verse 1: toussaint morrison]
uh, lights on not wide
no current, no cry
just a title, name and date, and jpeg online
no complaining if your game got tied
lovers only come in half circles in this arcade, high five
baby drop the smile, put a lighter to it, pass the blunts
don’t know where you paid to get your temporary balance from
city of cowards in clock towers and gatling guns
but the only motherf-cker shootin’ here is adam dunn
or definitely eli on the beat side
got a little more than buzz outside the beehive
and when it’s feelin’ like it’s going all for nothin’
it’s always something that kicks my bluff from staying still to runnin’
and these pumas were meant for jumpin’
this music was meant for my crew to jump with
this lifetime was meant for my people to dubstep
and i’m living in the moments that were only meant to grin and say “f-ck it”
’cause many better men walk when somethings up
i still know how to chiggity-check a chin with a tiger uppercut
it’s more than understood enough isn’t enough
but it’s a free refill, get your cup

l-la-la-lately i’ve been feeling like i walk too tall
for a couple twin cities, that could feel this small
ten thousand lakes, half as many people
in a country so cowardly we don’t deserve the eagle
as our representative, so pop another sedative
find a couch, turn on t.v., claim that it’s all relative
we came to make a point, to people on the take now
we don’t wait for shut doors, lately we break ’em down
and they say “where’s the proof?”
it ain’t easy being disregarding in this resolut’
perseverance is the best that we can do
because we don’t make excuses in the 612
we d-mn well double-dare you to drop a record
that ain’t fortified and tight enough to send off under pressure
you better be dead, and not free that we some heathens
we start our days cold and end up freezin’ by the evening
didn’t need a stain remover got my blues removed
stickin’ to the more original reds and whites, we knew
street fighter fire, start a swift with the bic lighter
catch me on the flip side, spinnin’ like a used tire
now i most definitely seek to what i need in that i see to
and make sure my word is heard without speakers that speak through
still, testing, testing, one, two, three
one breath from freezing to death in january
yes, my axes are my only translators because tryna read me is like tryna read a black sharpie on black paper
then i guess wait, small buildings to tank
playin’ ruby lopez chess, i got moves to make
just when you thought you had peeled back the very last layers these snakes will shed the skin along with the disclaimer
strip it down to bare bones, buried in your closet
sell it with the cream then i’ll never know you lost your mind

[refrain]
whether or not you like it, this one flies with
the bullets and the high kicks, get awful wild with
toussaint homeless and wylie, right here, right here
and get it, got it, crazy, on like a light switch
w-w-w-when we get down, we get down
w-we get down, we get down, we get down
we get down, we get down
whether or not you like it, this one flies with
the bullets and the high kicks, get awful wild with
toussaint homeless and wylie, right here, right here
and get it, got it, crazy, on like a light switch
w-w-w-when we get down, we get down
w-we get down, we get down, we get down
we get down

- ryan kopperud

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