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letra de rowdy - tanya morgan

[intro: von pea]
tanya morgan
brickbeats on the track
beatmaker pushing the b-ttons
check it

[verse 1: von pea]
i represent this, real lyricism
i shine like a prism
nope – normal dees in prison
i rhyme like its ritalin
walk around rooms
rappers really wanna rumble? motherf-ckers, how soon?
i be showing up in bells uncle l wouldn’t try to rock
supply the spot and i’ll be there to tear into your private stock
tired of people wondering like me and beats ain’t wonder twins
it’s done to me, it’s done to him
pete and c as younger men
we don’t got a “t.r.o.y.” i ain’t into reminiscin’
raps math now, why is it so very few admissions?
i got my own suspicions
now it’s all image
you know his life story but you know none of his lyrics
can not name songs but can name all the models in the video
follow my subliminal attacks
whatever will get you thinking that is sensible in fact
this is typical but that
shouldn’t hinder you from dapping me up on the block like
“son, you be doin’ it!”
you one of the brothers stopping others’ aims to ruin it
women call loudly but dudes, don’t crowd me
rappers turn pouty without getting rowdy
indeed
[verse 2: ilyas]
money movin’ too slow
mind movin’ too fast
you know it go
those two things around it clash
mad when i’m pumping gas
bush f-cking up my cash
far from g-y but still getting f-cked in the ass
at the bank scoping out security – this ain’t me
land of the free, this can’t be
it’s like every day the same sh-t
same dough, same clothes, same hoes
stuck on the same block with the same holes
wanna see the world but i can’t go
feels like i can’t grow
i should rock shows
not like i can’t flow
feeling kind of faint, yo
can’t go insane, though
little man just turned five but that’s how pain go
tell me lord it ain’t so
can’t be stuck here
i’ve shed enough tears
i don’t feel love here
there ain’t enough beer
to drown my sorrows of tomorrow
when i’m trapped in yesterday
if i can’t breathe life in this art
then take my breath away
[verse 3: donwill]
i rap like my past life
was spent deleting ass wipes
i grab mics and stab mics
yeah you scream and chastise
bad night? i smash twice
studio and sn-tch
like new polos and bad nikes
i only cop if half priced
i write like my dad’s life depended on the mic check
and act like i have fights with n-ggas twice my size
left broke with battered egos
swagger of six people
splatter chumps, you’ve had enough?
just chalk it up and take your lumps
walk it off like little kids
hurt off some dumb sh-t he did
like making ramps too big to jump
reassess your goals, cuz
i rap like not wrapped tight
ready to explode and
like iraq and the gas price
the mic is interwoven
’cause it’s fueling the war inside
you’ll survive without your pride
consider it a gift to even exist
’cause more men have died
dimmed the lights then slid inside
the booth and finished penning mine
i rap like (why’d you slap me)
man, rowdy
[skit: dominic del bene]
hey, lyor, clive, hold on a minute, hold on a minute
what’s up everybody?
my name is dominic from loud minority music
and right now you’re listening to sunset
we want to thank everybody who listened to sunlighting
the promotional mixtape
and everybody that plans on supporting moonlighting
the real, full length album coming soon
but while you’re listening to sunset when you hear this sound…
(mooooonlighting)
that means that you’re hearing a snippet
from the album moonlighting
let’s try it now
(mooooonlighting)

(tanya morgan’s “we be”)

got it?
good

- tanya morgan

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