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letra de by any means - st. lemoor

[intro : st. lemoor]
yeah, yeah
all about a check

[verse 1 : st. lemoor]
all about a check, got nothin’ on my neck
stay focused on the goal, gotta move like a vet
you know they gon’ test, stop messin’ with your ex
me, i’m messin’ with the next and they risin’ like steps
people just drop, i ain’t got too many left
sittin’ at the top, lookin’ up for the rest
open up your chest, where the real gon’ fit the bill
he got sick appeal in how he feel the steel
i don’t move, that’s until i see fit, quick movers get hit
i’m like mosеs with the stick, let me clеar it out
and i’m not the only moor that you gon’ hear about
oh you hear me now? i see clearly now
they say i got too big, think they fear me now
a fear of what i’m gon’ do, they try and steer me now
but i’ve never been turned, bumped my head a couple times
but i bet i’m gon’ learn, drop it

[sample : malcolm x]
we are denied not only civil rights but even human rights
so they only way we are going to get some of this oppression
and exploitation away from us or aside from us
is come together against the common enemy
[verse 2 : st. lemoor]
see the rain just left, now it’s time for us to grow
rooted from the ancestors, god bless us
in a world where the devil’s in them tight dresses
and that ass on ten, i’m ’bout to get it in
yeah i’m wit’ it once again, world full of sin
try to get back to the god where it started
now he at the party and livin’ life barded
i’m headed back home, this is dearly departed
or until next time, i seen the people lose sight
that’s until my next rhyme
i don’t do this thing for fun, boy, it’s always on my mind
got so many bars, tryin’ to pin me for a crime
answer to the god, i’m just waitin’ on a sign
lookin’ at a wall, think i’m not gon’ climb
clearly want me lost, think i’m not gon’ find
but i found it in a place that you really can’t blind, drop it

[sample : malcolm x]
if he were made to realize how black people really feel
and how fed up we are without that ol’ compromising sweet talk
stop sweet talking, tell him how you feel
and let him know, that if he’s not ready, to clean his house up
if he’s not ready, he shouldn’t have a house
could catch on fire and burn down

- st lemoor

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