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letra de soap boxin' - senators

[smevz]
these terms have left me burned like the ashes in an urn
i starved while y’all got fat, now it’s my f-ckin’ turn
learned how to earn, it wasn’t difficult to discern
but my quirks and spurts of fervent verses is too urgent to spurn

every day jobs make me feel like i’m bobbin’ on some slob’s kn-b
while he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat f-ckin’ gob
it gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin’ i’d rather rob
i gotta stop, else i’ma go off like a bomb in a d-mn wigwam

[i’m in shock] [how ill-got] [your big stock] [you misflaunt]
[a slick spot] [for your wristwatch] [that your b-tch bought] [‘cuz you’re her big shot]
[but tick-tock] [goes this clock] [‘cuz this crock] [of sh-t’s not]
[keepin’ me distraught] [i’ll spit off] [with mitts off] [‘cuz i’m p-ssed off]
[lift off] [from minimum wage, before i get caged until old age]
[shift on] [to writing my rhymes every night ’til they soak right through each page]
[for this long] [i’d heed to the needs of the seedy, the greedy, left me in a rage]
[but now it’s gone] [the doubt in the clout of my mouth which can spout like a twelve gauge]

[lish]
these days for me a good mood isn’t given, it’s earned
lick my wounds while you scarred me, why am i gettin’ burned?
breaking down, losing my sh-t, what’s the lesson i’ve learned?
this is the way it has to be to get the position i’ve yearned
every day i feel like i’ve lost my heart more and more
almost not enough left to get by, it’s been torn
feel like an eagle with clipped wings who can’t soar
my cheeks and eyelids hurt from wipin’ tears, cuz they sore

[hook]
wack raps are makin’ cash, we can’t stand it
[and it’s] monotone flows, it’s just rappin’ out of habit
[whoever] thinks they do it better, here’s the mic, go on and grab it
[you know you] ain’t got the p-ssion, yeah well [there you f-ckin’ have it]

[lish]
i’m like a warrior fighting in this hip-hop game
such a shame, that all these f-ckin’ losers is lame
nothin’ to gain, if you’re thinkin’ you can see me, refrain
take it in vain, once we slide up in this thing, it ain’t the same
that’s what i’m sayin’, many styles displayin’
get down, never decayin’, yo, you stayin’ complacent
i’m broke, spittin’ sk!ll, and y’all are takin’ the payments?!
it hits me harder than my face when it’s scr-pin’ the pavement

[these dipsh-ts] [are livin’] [with riches] [fict-tious]
[you b-tches] [ubiquitous] [with this sh-t] [so scripted]
[we’re sickened] [with this sh-t] [just simply] [envision]
[us rippin’] [incisions] [and spittin’] [so vicious]
[dismissin’] [these losers who boozin’, they ruin the movement, we’ll prove it]
[our mission] [showin’ they folks they ain’t goin’ for broke, need improvement]
[but this is] [the way that we changin’ the game because we got the blueprint]
[so quit this] [you think you deserve what you’ve earned? you can burn us? then do it]

[smevz]
nothin’ can stop the music when it takes hold of me
it’s hangin’ from my neck and on my heart like a rosary
i’ve always been the type to say no to what i’m told to be
the shots are mine, and i call them all like a rotary
it makes me sick to see these pr-cks rich from bein’ clowns
but i’ll make somethin’ from nothin’ and put these chumps underground
cuz i’m sick of this town, and i’m into this sound
and i’m spittin’ it loud, cuz i’m fixin’ to get down

[hook]

- senators

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