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letra de coast 2 coast weekly 5 - sha stimuli

look
they say i’m suicidal
i always use the bible
i’m trying to gain composure, i’m bout to lose my t-tle
cause i don’t feel like being stimuli no more
i only wanted kids to listen, have my disc inside the store
i wanted chicks to want to be with me
it’s like i’m rhyming for the fame and money
man it’s funny, sh-t i think i got off course
i would talk bullsh-t, but my voice gets kinda ho-rs-/horse
got me feeling like jockey on a track when i go off
on the beats like an abuser, life is amusing
so you wonder why i sound down
ever since i found out my homeboy was found drown
some of my recital started seeming suicidal
and i sat my inner clown down
but i still be giggling at these clowns round the industry
i see ’em, i wanna just take the pound down and hit ’em
but i’m spitting, i could probably make a k!lling
off a cd so to really make a k!lling would be silly
wait!
i told y’all i was on a mission to give people what was missing
i was p-ssed at my position
i get mysp-ce messages like “when will n-ggas listen?”
feels like i should be quitting but this sh-t is my religion
so i can’t
i’ma still be in the rap biz
round the time that the cool kids have kids
lil’ mama will be a mama
and yung berg’s -ss will be old berg and i’ma still throw words
50 still gon’ be 50, y’all still be flowing fam
souljahboy will be a souljah man and i’ll be there
like the jackson 5, rapping live
ask me why i call myself a the present
why i feel like i’m a legend
why my cd feels like heaven
when you play it, it can take you to a place like i’m a reverend
with a sermon, wait a second y’all
i know what the ghetto needs
it’s not these fake m.o.p.’s
nah, see every time you play they sh-t
it feels real real like a game on nintendo wii
but just depend on me
cause my sh-t is not a video game
it hits you hard and it sits on your brain
i gotta do it different
some say i sound suicidal
cause my music goes in a confusing cycle
see, it’s like i’m grinding from the bottom
just to make it from the bottom
now my mission is to do it for survival
sh-t is like i’m in the bas-m-nt
but i’m taking the stairs
climbing up
and every single step has taken some years
i’m trying to reach the penthouse
and i’m swearing i’m there
i’m thinking i’m near the top b
but i ain’t even hit the lobby
i was unsigned hype like eminem and common
but they made it
i feel like i don’t got anything in common
i’m told this the bottom but i’m never ever stopping
look at rap, it’s like a villain and i’m bruce wayne in gotham
lot of cats is jokers and i don’t even got a robin
no sidekick, i’m on my blackberry, holla
throw me up a signal or a riddle and i promise
i will be there with the llama if my dude’s got a problem
if a girl’s horizon calling me, i’m bringing condoms
it’s like gomorrah and sodom with wh0r-s, groupies and drama
my man, just got clapped touching someone’s baby mama
and he never even knew the dude existed till he popped him
the game’s tough and the streets pressure me
but i will not let it heath ledger me
so i’m the joker without the make up
the first solo artist to break up
who’s f-cking with me?

- sha stimuli

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