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letra de the dishonest - the dishonest few

[intro: follow him & henry bowers]
dishonest few – a pandemic

[verse 1: henry bowers]
the early days of my rap career is now a blurry haze
i was ten back then – strugglin’ to learn the trade
nothing came easy – had to earn that sh-t
hardly spoke any english – you better learn that sh-t
then poetry took over me – resorted to metaphors
seemed like everything in plain text all had been said before
great move – a few were really moved when i said it
but the majority they all just seemеd too stupid to get it
same thing with my battles – it is truly a cursе
they don’t get my punchlines unless they google ‘em first
been spittin’ that sh-t you could be splittin’ boulders with
true that – too bad i ain’t got sh-t to show for it
technically it doesn’t seem to be that bad of a career
national slam champ – twice battler of the year
well whoopdty-frickin’-whoo – hallelujah – cheer ‘n shout
too bad they’re not awards motherf-ckers care about

[verse 2: prop dylan]
straight out the vaults of boom town came the ragin’ goblins
traveling freakshow went by like the motherf-ckin’ hailey’s comet
unnoticed – n0body scoped the regions greatest
they slept on us instead of paying homage
flash forward to a a garbage pail kid
a starving artist’s on the market until crossing the bridge
i really thought it was it – but a couple r-t-rded office brats
had me goin’ hard on the cardinal sin
let the story begin – the dawn of a new era
chicago seven – you run in the wrong direction
when i spit bars i lift off hats on big stars
that can’t switch off their auto correction
[chorus x2: everyone, henry bowers & scratch]
we the dishonest
we ain’t aimin’ to please
we intend to leave
the industry
maimed and deceased
we the dishonest
ain’t no tamin’ the beast
“y’all want a fatal disease?”

[verse 3: soulsaga]
when i started to rap i prefered the west coast
wasn’t hearin’ new york – all i heard was death row
met sub phenomena and spat a few verses on their early demos
k and prop got along – ragin goblins was born
props to all the tapes i forgot that i´m on
on traveling freak show we was knockin ‘em dead
follow him saw the sk!ll – had me rhyme on his mixtape of the top of my head
might have heard me on some banger that prop put out
like clash of the titans with block mcloud
d-mn i was proud when my album dropped
took me several years and it was too weird for some
but that kind of release that you rarely spot
my career’s been slow `cause i don’t care for shortcuts
got unspoken words and i move you tears
while pourin’ my heart out with delad vålnad
[verse 4: follow him]
you might have heard a lot about me but you never checked the source
and that’s why people learn to doubt me and then tell their friends of course
i was not remotely hip hop until 2004
but in -05 a demo came with more sentences than yours
the songs were too long and the beats was wack
“the day we spread clarity through an aluminum bat”
i should’ve stopped right there and faced an undisputed fact
that whatever i come across – at all – i shouldn’t do rap
uh – but i released sh-t anyway
“martial law stories” and “the jacksonian march mixtape”
and it was all fake until i by mistake
got signed to a label that couldn’t even see straight

[chorus x2: everyone, henry bowers & scratch]
we the dishonest
we ain’t aimin’ to please
we intend to leave
the industry
maimed and deceased
we the dishonest
ain’t no tamin’ the beast
“y’all want a fatal disease?”

- the dishonest few

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