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letra de cruise control - sol

we be coolin’ in the shade
(right)

you should try to respect
the way i mic check
when i’m rhyming on the sh-t
put the lighter to the spliff
life is just a ____, but it matters how you treat her
love her f-ck her cut and leave her
i need a lover who could be with me forever
even if i never eat her i’m too hungry for these beats yo
i need more dough cuz cash rule the globe
and if you didn’t know now you know (now you know)

i put my hands up, not for the local hip hop
but to the ozone hoping i could find the gods
climbing to the top got me shining by the brow
sweat means you’re working hard enough to feel the crowd
feel me now, hear me now
i am really who i say i am
your biggest fan (?) and i’m not (?)
and you’re not eminem this is hip hop
b-bop, jazz r&b, rock n roll black music

hook:
i found a way to control
where i go

i used to fly so high, i thought i’d never come down
’til one day i found out what it’s really ’bout
if you don’t do it now it will never happen
i used to think i was forever rappin’ til i met a ‘has-been’
you lose some magic every time you use it
so don’t abuse it or you’ll end up as a one-hit poof-then
who’s him? no one knows
used to blaze flows, from the back of his throat but it’s been years since we’ve seen him glow
do you need the needle or do you fiend for the wax
me, i bleed on tracks, sol, be a junkie for rap
f-ck that other sh-t, never touch nothin’ but the pen
’til the end, and if you see me again, my friend
know that nothin’ ever changes but the weather and the trends
and even them, they really mean nothing in the end
what was it that i said before? oh
i found a way to control, if it’s soul let me flow like

hook:
i found a way to control
where i go

see, no matter how high, i always find a way to ride…na’mean?

yeah..yeah..
piano mane

it’s like i only got a few more years to live
because the window in this game is small and it closes quick
and on top of that i swear to god everybody raps
but only a chosen few support the local cats
they cut my lights out last week i’m working like a factory
a thousand cd’s at a time i’m in these streets
begging for ears to hear my blood sweat and tears
took a couple years but in a second they dismiss
even when i flow sick “sol’s this
what did you expect? the same kid?” na i’m grown and sh-t
and i’m better than ya’ll now
i’m fed up with ya’ll now
i’m goin to get my cheddar get the f-ck up or stand down
tryna find a way to bring the corners from all around
hold together singing the same song and sing it loud
feel the sound from underground
harriet tubman style
quit f-ckin’ around this is more than just a town
let’s make this money now
control the market now
marcus garvey style f-ck the a and r on top will knock em down
search his pockets take my scrilla back
cuz foreala we all k!llas when it come to the cash
(take control)

- sol

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