letra de without - ryz1st
[intro: jay-z]
“yeah, and we not gon stop. you know, it’s the, hip-hop is young. we still, we still growing. we not falling for that tricknology, whatever, you know, this public puts out there. now, you know, before it was the american dream. pull yourself by the bootstraps and you can make yourself, you could make it in america. all these, these lies that america told us our whole life. and then when we start getting in, they trying to lock us out of it. they started inventing words, like you know, ‘capitalist’ and, you know, things like that. i mean, you know, we’ve been called ‘n-gga’ and ‘monkeys’ and sh-t. i don’t care, uh, those words y’all come up with, y’all gotta come with stronger words. (when i say ‘y’all’ i’m not talking about you.) the words they come up with, they gotta come up with stronger words. we not gonna stop. we not going to be tricked out of our position. y’all locked us out, y’all created a system that, you know, doesn’t include us.”
[sample: princess loko]
“these motherf-ckers ain’t stopping me”
[verse:]
not good at apologin’, not good at atoning
so just gotta keep going, make the most of the moment
woke in a smog, ain’t the foggiest notion
how the game here is set up, or what’s the control scheme?
on the wrong side – nancy thompson’s white hair streak
every step gets more stuck like a motel for roaches
real rock’n’roll always comes from stonewashing
that’s why i’m f-cked up, always trusting the process
a beef-hungry mother gets stomped into forcemeat
a star wannabe gonna nourish astronauts
rosy prospects get cropped out by the swarms of young h-rnworms
chrystul kizer, n0body else gon be on top here
f-ck kenosha for walking home kyle rittenhouse
so much sh-t just flies, wanna walk off like cudi
if our tissue’s time, we’re down to the cardboard
done f-cking around, put the sauce in the condom
f-ck couch potatoes, i pull out on the sofa
if you still don’t get it, i’ll plug all your plotholes
a bigger c-ckblocker that one jason voorhees
the bad kind of back, martin shkreli with polio
they put me in the hole in the wall for the glory of
a bigger high calling that covers their mortgage
go figure i’m madder than drake at fontano
you’re getting paid well while we dredge up the bottom
it’s feeling like mardi gras time to me, bomb ’em
whatever we put-in, just f-cks a kerfuffle
if you’re scr-w-ng the pooch, then you could as well do
at the funeral shoot for elizabeth 2
in group up with muick and candy and fergus
even if i lived on the street, still kanye would show up
to pilfer ideas, rob the homeless of culture
to put leather seats in his home theater watch room
so he could stream kanye videos and climax in imax
while the rest of us winging the air fryer texas summers
every day a hot yoga class, just stroll outside there
get paid to pop, purblind of the problems
a million just died, still more terrified of ‘the crime’ though
that’s normal life you’ll breathe last to return to
o.g.c. shoutout – throats get cut here like lawns do
blood, sweat and organs are wolfed with gulosity
i’d rather you pour it a hun’ like yukon jack
but you gon drop the subject till time comes to drop cloth
if paradise does arrive – i don’t see us both there
’cause i’m going full bore and you’re h–rding the bozack
when pressure is on, i go b-lls out, you’re palm nuts
the result’s more one-sided than darker-skin bias
in voting blokes out by the love island public
so you and yours – we’re all fine without
just like what the poor do when market is down
way over your prime now like shinzo abe
at crunch time i’m hotter than fire glass ovens
you crumble below me, i shine off your shard pieces
but don’t get no props – that’s too much like right
yeah, this flow is designer, yours anti-suicide smock
that’s why i’ma keep growing, you no-one’s apprised of
rate someone above me, they must be suborned fools
tryna tussle, i’ll tie you in knots for some lightwood
when sparks fly you’re sliding off right like some carmex
first time i clock your face, body’s unwinding
even walking up all day (hi!) won’t help you come close
you thought i was feeling you? with slugs larger caliber
when i needed help you sent welfare checks
in the same vein they made out to atatiana jefferson
while the boss of your bosses in irving is turning
whole world into texas y’all, thinking nothing will hold ’em
seeing y’all rid of knowledge and courage, fixed to die on your molehills
you thought you were blowing minds like princess loko
stuck blowing your own self and others just blow chunks
if you brung heat unholstered you’re going home cold-c-cked
with me in this b-tch cleaner than micellar water
dawg, you’re so garbage, i spot you – i dunk you
outside in a dumpster like motherf-ckin’ chris farley
letras aleatórias
- letra de operaciones lógicas - procrastinación 1 yo 0
- letra de g2g - young sudden & arash saretan
- letra de will never fail you - alan ju5t
- letra de love has sin - bone orchard
- letra de desolate, it mourns before me - monotheist
- letra de corbeil à l'appareil - alkpote
- letra de l&m - pold (soziale unterschicht)
- letra de a father's death - clouds [doom metal band]
- letra de i'll be ready (acoustic version) - p.o.d.
- letra de so hot - scan pablo