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letra de locksmith remix - silvandgold

common like cocaine in the hood, inside the snoot of young brothers
that swear they good because they sparingly use like we all should
they guarantee hip-hop shows only so it’s okie dokie recreation with
the homies, no need for doting over rare shooting ups and things as such
stick in the mud i am accused of they disapprove of but i hate very much that
drugs have jurisdiction over the hip-hop that i love, and i know she’s not
partic-p-ting she’s not the type to be hating herself to cause harm to her
bod that is a gift from god she’s well thought out about her value and her job
and the impact she’s had among us all, 5th element her soul i’m
convinced that she’s hostage help me call the locksmith that is our knowledge
bonded with rhetoric power couple breaking bondage from ike’s grip tina
sprint when you hear me spit from a distance ’cause i’m disallowed to be adjacent
from t-st-cl-s too sensitive with words so basic blocking entrances the door
is chained in chapo’s accommodation but you’re really undertaking the burdens
of humanity and trying to change them, now you sit in darkness with drug-like
rubbish but i’m coming, i hope the one’s with high regard are running
i can only speak for me though through a megaphone i’m uttering but not
like the captors that need cepacol because they mumbling we thinking of tunneling
vocal chord our way to the place you be huddling oratory our tools for the path
we be shoveling melody so lovely intercede for us with god so obstacle do dissipate
god listen to her she’s your favorite and we promise to educate, mitigate for those
that do not differentiate from the places we were raised in from encounters that created us
taking the bus very rough around the edges but i’m grateful everyday for the lessons
that were testing that made me parents strictly teaching it got ugly but standards were created
a fear for god was born low self-esteem impossible the things that i was told believing
i can do personality real bold, my know-how cared for was this culture lacks i’m the
locksmith in fact a breath of fresh air for a drowned rat amb-ssador for underdogs held back
by money, crew, appearance but my words unlatch the gate making copies of the keys
for those that promise to adulate you hip-hop, hip-hop, another song without a hook, oh well
another song without a hook, oh well, another song without a hook, oh well

- silvandgold

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