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letra de the flows (freestyle) - sha stimuli

[verse]:
i was born i was brought i was put, i was sent here
to give you some verses, some songs and some music that bends ears
twists your mind, your mood and vision, in ten years
i’ll be the greatest, the best, the hottest, i’m sincere
look at me, listen and stop what you doin’, i need time
not in the pen or the prison or jail, but some me time
this is the start, the beginnin’, the prequel, you see i’m
givin’ emotion and feelin’ i’m packin’ in each rhyme
touchin’ the gangstas, the children, the women and all y’all
bloggers and critics and haters that’s wishin’ i’m gon’ fall
writers and rappers and spitters that listen to all songs
booin’ and hissin’ and dissin’ him, sayin’ they all wrong
stupid, you hopin’ and prayin’ and fiendin’, that you get a deal
but workin’ and grindin’ and beastin’, is how you get ill
and chillin’ and watchin’ and sleepin’ is how you stay still
i k!ll, on any night, i perform like phil
drummond, banks, jackson, all had mills
they took care of they fam, i got y’all in my will
a superhero like will smith, hanc-ck, bang glocks, maybe you should chill
i’m comin’, i’m dumbin’, i’m buggin’ on beats
good lord, i’m hungry, i’m lookin’ for somethin’ to eat
would you want a war with a soldier or ignorant beast?
or avoid exposure to blazin’ and burnin’ in heat?
i’ve been called the the answer, the question, the truth and the lie
i’m the reason you chuckles but yet i make you wanna cry
i’m the bar that you measure whenever you finish a rhyme
thinkin’, “how would i say this if i were sha stimuli?”
but you’re not, i’m hotter than june, july or august afternoon
with no fan or air conditioner in a back room
is like h-ll, a cellar, a kitchen, with gas fumes
in your lungs, your liver, your system till you can’t move
i can’t lose
y’all don’t understand
i be tryin’ to mess up i shoot with my left hand
i ball with my eyes closed or swing south paw
or flow off the top, and d-mn i’m still strong
your joints bein’ comin’ out still borin’
that’s real wrong
but tell me, why would you dream, imagine or picture me not poppin’?
deal or no deal, i’m really for real, i’m not stoppin’
i am the light, the stars the sun, the top option
y’all are just doo, ya dead, ya done, i’m c-ck blockin’, back up

sorry for cussin’. hotter than july

[stevie wonder sample]:
over time, i’ve building my castle of love
just for two, though you never knew you were my reason

- sha stimuli

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