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letra de intro - spit syndicate

[intro: nick lupi, just enuf]
ladies and gentlemen
my name is nick lupi
and this is just enuf
we’re the spit syndicate, the double s
and you are now listening to the future’s bright mixtape
uh
yeah, just, tell ’em what we ’bout, uh

[verse 1: just enuf, nick lupi]
you see, i was always told that patience is a virtue (uh)
work through trouble and hardships from birth through
to now, tore down the old, brought the youth back
i ain’t a new jack, i will burn you down
see, it’s things like that that i need to address
it’s like the writing’s on the wall, but i can’t read what it says
exactly what my purpose is
maybe i’m scared of feeling worthlessness (yeah)
but all i know is that i’m doing what i feel is right
and there’s a sеnse of achievemеnt in the evening light
so before that light fades to black and all i say in these tracks
long forgotten, and my shoes is worn
remember back to where you first heard it, i merge words with
honesty and class in its purest form
four september, ’86, mum’s trooper’s born
to grow up without a father whose views were scorned
you may be asking yourself why i say what i do
and put my thoughts on wax for the listener to view (yeah)
the only answer is to let you all know what i’m ’bout
no yes-man, no hands over my mouth
with that said, i’ma leave you with a thank-you note
to those cats that have helped us both (yeah)
track one, that’s done, you there, nick? i’m ready to go
peace out, enjoy the rest of the show from jimmy nice (uh, check it), uh
[verse 2: nick lupi]
the future’s bright (uh-huh), another’s begun (yeah)
nick lupi, speaking with my brother as one (uh)
got fam that hustle for funds and their drive
is the pallet from which i colour the drums (yeah)
my mother used to wonder what troubled her son
as i shut myself out, alone in the dark
playing loops, honing my craft until a new day was due
now, we making moves, it’s only the start
this is a taste, a snippet, with each new beat
laced, some had faith, some didn’t (okay)
swore to myself i wouldn’t waste a minute, so i displaced my limits
whenever i stained the page with lyrics (yep)
from this day right now till my last
this for everybody that’s been down from the start
soon enough, this whole town’ll be ours, but for now, it’s hard work
until the crown’s in our grasp

- spit syndicate

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