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letra de east side prologue. - sincerely, witty napier

[prod. by goomar]

(clears throat)

[verse 1]
i really like rappin’ on symphonies
prolly cuz’ the sound of the instruments get to me
prolly cuz the orchestras orchestrate metamorphosis soloin’ on this overture now they gon’ send for me

huh

but really a part of me is in the beat
foot tappin’ the floor while my fingers is on the strings
violin is the wind that i’m blowin’ while i’m breathing
you better come get your spot cuz’ soon they’ll be no more seats

huh

i really don’t understand all the things, n-ggas do when they hungry for p-ssy, power, and cheese
i ain’t exaggerating, p-ss you a chick wit’ a flashy face and you’ll prolly catch her despite the fact that she lackin’ faith just because her -ss is fat and she quick to give that away, shallow -ss it never lasts if you thinkin’ that that’ll stay
i never been into playin’ that patty cake except when delilah came and wrapped around me like sallie may, yelling batter-batter she unraveled as she laughed away i have to say, if god won’t real i could’ve p-ssed

but really, i’m more flyer than philly
you say the rap game is cold? i guess i’m servin’ you chili
my chick is badder than chilli i prolly fly her to chile if n-ggas give me the dealie i sign it up wit’ sincerely

huh

[bridge]
been through the pain
the fire, trials, and the rain
the knowledge college and dollars they tried to silence my brain
not acknowledging chains cannot confine me i pray the day they lock me away is when i go to the grave

[verse 2]
i rap like its christmas eve, look at what you did to me!
but when it’s cold i don’t fold stay attached like a winter tree
come find me in my apartment just spillin’ lines from my heart and i’m prolly matchin’ the p-ssion wit’ journals wrote in the dark

annihilate you wit’ ammo
no hiding don’t need no camo
i’m black and white wit’ the key feel the bullets of my piano

james bond wit’ the aim, man you don’t want the rain
i storm you wit’ paint, basquiat mixed with twain

put mark in front of it and you’ll start to get with my wit, i’m dean smith wit’ the mic man you don’t want the game

i do this for my mama n-gga!
i’m really grateful addiction to medication ain’t come between me and mama n-gga

to all my n-ggas

ridin’ round and politican how there ain’t no black tradition in this nation that we livin’….open up your eyes don’t stay blind my n-gga, it’s a war within the mind, deep down my n-gga

at the end of the road, man a time will approach
that your dreams will unfold like a concrete and rose
sucks that pac had to go when i was three, how i mourn?

90’s baby so you know we never stoppin’ through the storm

sittin’ in your dorm…prolly on your phone
thinkin’ to yourself it’s bout time he dropped a song. man i’m sorry that it’s been so long i been stuck within this symphony
workin’ on my craft battlin’ enemies

sincerely

- sincerely witty napier

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