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letra de pictures - san sebb

your honour, your honour, i chose death before dishonour/ i deserve to live before i make sense of that dollar/ penny for your thoughts for my purpose i will never cower/ great power is not just power it comes with more than just power/ all glory to lord jehova who put me on this earth/ so how you think a human being gon’ put me out my work/ its that stone out of the sling, its king solomon’s ring/ its the saviour who died on a tree to atone for my sins/ i hope i’m forgiven for the life that i’m living/ as nice as i look & as gud as it feels/ i read the blueprints when the fool spits it a becomes a pulpit/ flaming arrows coming straight for your heart will give you loose lips/ talk that talk while i walk my walk/ let my heart be weighed and i hope it won’t be found in the dark/ i’m that temple that was put together piece by piece/ i’m that word on your street, blue bird with a tweet/ no budget on these words, n-gga i splurge when i speak/ keep getting urged by the beat, you’ll get hurt when i speak/ yes i’m still underground with worms, bugs & rodents/ spreading the plague & switching on the lights on these roaches/ kn-bkerrie-style rova weseanenge angotibufu/ i want everything, handisikuzombo kusiirai kana fufu/ choto chiye chavakupisa, nditambidzo ngoma dzangu nhasi ndirikudak-mbodziridza/ harahwa dzabata hosho, mhururu nemuridzo, zvanakadzasei kuita kuti muzvinapembe mhedze pito/ matsaga aifarisa nhasi ndomusi waun0batwakwiyo/ i’m giving you the scenerio for those looking through the peep hole/

hold up, wait a minute, arent i supposed to be dead/ as the minister gave his eulogy i rose from the dead/ resurrected as san sebb, wearing the phattest threads/ a rush of blood to your head, a gust of wind brushes the leg/ i’m with ya, i wrote a thousand words/ but these words in their thousands are worth much more as a picture/ sharing ideas with treacherous men, while i write my way to freedom with marechera’s pen/ i see all the jokes in your funny style, get your crew sliced, i’m too nice, i’ll make the faces on your money smile/ its crucial, non-believers play neutral/ this is the renaissance, compared to your kindergarten doodle/ the difference between us you write raps, i write poems/ i’m trying to get stocks, you on a corner phones/ uh, mukwambo ndini madinga adziya moto/ arikuda beef but red meat inodakanguva iripachoto/ hameno hake arwadziwa, handina k-mbozviitira svoto/ yeah i thought so, usarwadziwe mhani iwe, kurumidza kusvisvina godo/ sebb itasteady! steady! asekuru steady kashoma ichipinza bhanzi mubhegi/ tailor-made from the fabric right down to the seam/ these words are animated drawing the life out of your team/ haters might start loving, lovers will start to hate/ but i dont really need your love for my music to relate/ i must be the miracle type, smooth-criminal like, stereotypical when the typical stereotype/ i see the silhouettes, think they have it all figured, how you figure/ i made it this far no co-sign no hashtag/ i’m whats happening, you’re just flashback so p-ss that…or get your snapback snapped back/ stop & freeze before i c-ck and squeeze, thats a message for those that are still clocking zs…i’m dropping seeds

- san sebb

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