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letra de no 15 in the gutter - tanaka 'ghad' hingie

[intro]
when you gon blow?
not talking of a job, we all know steve’s dead
you on your own so you better take a chance
your 15 minutes may run out
no 15 in the gutter, no 15 in the gutter
no 15 in the gutter, no 15 in the gutter

[verse 1]
manners maketh men
water maketh ice
vietnam maketh rice
who hath taken my pride?

[refrain]
you still got it, i see your future is sun bright
fight like a lion son, protect your pride

that’s my mom speaking, deaf to what y’all tweaking
they say life is a movie, so there’s arranged sitting
stay in your chair, poor is poor, rich is rich
moratorium, confusion, which is which?
retrogression a progression, a witch is a witch
moving around lying we bewitched when our karma snitched
my bond with life is broken, how am i gon’ st-tch, it?
when threads is lost, all we hope for is a niche
came a long way, still they say i ain’t travelled yet
your deep thoughts is common sense if you know where i’m bred
them boys high iq’d but ain’t figured where money at yet
just watching from sidelines, we only play from the bench
distance ain’t short but my feet don’t hurt
sun too scotch ye i left the hat
in that maze i’m stranded saying, it’s love i hate
singular a better molecule than bond with these brunettes
these too prettier girls gon’ be my death
your two ex ask me why? sounding like math
my mom and her, all i love ever since birth
i put my heart in a coffin i love my mom to death
why? cause i’m raised in the gutter
i is from the projects, raised me on her own
done a lotta projects, what do i give her in return?
my projection, i hope to make it with these projects
how will my time come, if watches don’t grow legs?
if i go there myself, they say, “tanaka relax
it’s not your turn, probably it never will be
maybe nine times outta ten, breakthrough you ain’t gon’ see”
some got their fifteen minutes stretched beyond
but for me the fifteen minutes is still beyond
will i ever make it?
empty be my pocket
and remember my boys need that dom perignon

[refrain]
so they tell me, i’m the best artist they ever heard
do they even fathom what they mean?
tears gargle down my cheeks, whenever they call me a rapper
i ain’t even proud of it, so is malcom either
some claim the top coming from down
while we started from bottom and still went too deep
that’s how turbulent, tempestuous the gutter is
no fifteen minutes of opportunity down here
however, my mood mabsoot, my mood mabsoot

[verse 2]
tan-spiration came, they ain’t hype that ish
three day theory not released, they deleted that ish
the awaited in slavery, didn’t master that ish
lost respect for my ex label, they ain’t gave a ish
they ain’t gave an f, so i veered on fun for the letter
and i swore last words gon’ be my breakthrough
and if my last words fail me i’m quitting this dude
sounds more like a lie, man this lie is true
i swear the cinema’s full when i’m acting a fool
then they find g-y in my downfall like, he dating a dude
tell me my art is worth something like a milli or two
all i wish the rubber burst let tanaka come through
so these rappers lil famous then they gotten so tense
hit sharky in the dm didn’t reply my text
chita did the same thing, zim hip hop i lost your respect
cause how we go up, if we get in and closing the gate
my voice worth more than treasure at isla de muerta
got me ducking from the feds, how iller the matter?
ain’t’s no compost in my dream, they still don’t matter
took a chance, stood up and walk, i’mma go getter
stifled is we, where we from is deep
how could we when h-ll is home? the devil we keep
too much lies in the city, most of y’all is asleep
if death is the receipt to hades, we all gotten a slip
so who’s praising the lord? we all wronging big dude
if two wrongs don’t make a right maybe three lefts do
so i left zim, left the church and prophets too
i’m trying a different path, done sold my old shoes
ragged clothes, remember the picture, i’m the same dude
in new designs, and not trying is something i won’t do
ducking shots, demons too but the devil done seen me
i look him back, the conversation i don’t think you need it
food for thought fellas, my words a lobster really
razors peeled my eyes, my vision clear at least
i quit caring, i only care about the fact i don’t care
myopic minds hate water cleansing, we is a donkey
drugs stamping our visas then we fly to shanghai
meeting up with new chinese pals like, “shang hi”
claims of meditation when murder is premeditated
i swear madness is relative, ain’t no medication
my sister gets at most a dollar for a stroke
and at home ain’t nothing all good, her mom got stroke
politicians on other hand, taking us for a joke
all i hear is victoria in their words, their speeches is false
how will my time come, if watches don’t grow legs?
if i go there myself, they say, “tanaka relax
it’s not your turn, probably it never will be
maybe nine times outta ten, breakthrough you ain’t gon’ see”
some got their fifteen minutes stretched beyond
but for me the fifteen minutes is still beyond
will i ever make it?
empty be my pocket
and remember my boys need that dom perignon

[outro]
when you gon blow?
not talking of a job, we all know steve’s dead
you on your own so you better take a chance
your 15 minutes may run out
no 15 in the gutter, no 15 in the gutter
no 15 in the gutter, no 15 in the gutter

- tanaka ghad hingie

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