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letra de what happened to the life of a rapper? - swift mello

yeah, i’m still livin the life!!!
reminiscing over previous tracks from the past; i remember testing god, how those lessons were hard
all the schemes all the dreams by any means; give my best regards to the industry (see ya) through infinity, bound to remain hip hop’s epitome. certain circles are probly gon mention me. say it wasn’t really fate or destiny, unaware realistically
fame’s at the door sayin smile for me baby melvin udall the deadbolts take the nine off safety
times wasted like sins eternally k!lled, noticed pride is changed when the devil’s revealed
everyone’s an mc claimmin keep it real, but how many mc’s are out in the field for love instead of money ain’t it funny (echo repeat)? yeah, now that’s real.!

hook: say you want it, but you just can’t have it. don’t know it when you’ve got it, god d-mned it. say these trends will never end, you can’t stand it… what happened to the life of a rapper?

repeat hook…

losing simplicity is like watching angels fall, violently outside while invited tot he devil’s ball. to my mind’s eye, saw the point of it all; genocide of a culture over the spoils of war? cuz we don’t get to keep the train of thought we originally brought, blinded by the power all the money bought. but, can’t see the cost of what we really lost: barcodes, promoters, producers, ceo owners, lawyers, distribution; i’m in the bas-m-nt with the 15’s boomin!
word around town he gonna drop a new one, that’s enough for me, a luxury, to be that guy. hopin one day i’ll say somethin to change ya life. how many dj’s on the radio gon play this tonight? how many people listening like d-mn, he right? kinda got ya thinkin, man that’s tight!

hook 2x’s

excuses, useless, money, fame, and women, drugs, alcohol, and violence were there from the beginning, hip hop was an escape, rap was draped in somethin different, yeah, sk!lls were important, i know the levels lifted. but, it seems there was a message most of us forget and that was peace, love, and unity without the gimmicks. now, i know that’s not cool cuz you can’t get paid without automatic weapons and bodies gettin sprayed. street cred from the hood, throwin signs in a gang; remember when yhttps://g*nius.com/new#ou started , you just wanted to eat? now it’s the norm dappin hard on the block holdin heat? now you callin me blind sayin i can’t see? or, callin me fake like the man can’t bleed? better check the birth certificate- 2nd street! five dollars a pack, four on a green machine, what does bein thug an sellin drugs got to do with mc’n? i’m stayin true to the path that the grandmaster’s laid, i play my music by hand and write the lyrics i say, so when i step to the mic it’s all done in one take, where the elements exist and the stars rotate. it ain’t hard bein real, i feel sorry for the fake cuz bein real don’t pay, but d-mn it feels great!

hook 2x’s

- swift mello

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