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letra de joe waters - the mistica

[verse 1: darren]
eminem pretty much said, why be normal when you wanna do the things that’s inside your head
i’d rather be dead put some lead in my bread
or maybe poison instead, cause my blood hot as a rocket pulling bout 9 g’s
supersonic bionic arms control the leads
hot wire all around hundred twenty v’s
enough to shock your body into a coffin
now hold up d, what’s this about energy
thought that you were a rapper, had to rub my eyes, you see
my resume? computer engineering okay?
i’m here to stay but the music floweth from my mind
a divine paradigm
effortlessly i see reality unfolding before me as i spit to the groove
no beat needed, i’m a lazy dude
driving around town with my windows down
rapping flat out loud radio off, i’m k!lling it
without a doubt i scream and shout
voice through the microphone, i groan, when i’m in the zone
i was almost home then the red and blue lights flashed, my body groaned
bills to pay, money to throw, but the price on the ticket is something i don’t wanna know, looked at the ticket said the fine was zero, this man’s my hero

[drum break]

[jimi hendrix]
yeah, well i like to, i like to play to myself, and like a minute ago
and whenever i feel down or depressed or whatever, you know, i just wanna play
and i can’t practice first, its always constantly, what do you call it, like a jam
you know, its hard for me to remember any notes cause i’m constantly trying to create other things, that’s why i make a lot of mistakes

[d-ck cavett]
do you read music?

[jimi hendrix]
no, not at all

[verse 2: darren]
hot loaded i go into san francisco wearing a cap, somebody calls me joe
i turn around see a perfect afro on a brother from another mother telling me to drop my gun and go to his show
and then he walks me to his car, convertible fuzzy interior
grand cl-ss show, bumped the guitar
playing this song i used to know, it was “hey joe”
saved my wife, saved my life, but not my stereo hearing
don’t you know
don’t you know
why do they gotta play so loud anyways?
picked up the b-ss i love the grace, that can fill up the place
hertz maybe k!lla, worth maybe milla, red glow from the tubes
off the stack from ’68
replace the arshall with ich-lle, you get the name of the girl that rings my bell
pop a few brews, now its old news
knock you straight out them shoes if you touch my beau, i see you
back it up before i betray you, spray you down with fists of rage
i gauge my milk by the gallon
got me wild’n out
pumping iron not for you but me
so hear me shout, the colossus of clout reduced to a name of a candy bar
that’s quite bizarre
but i wanna lower the par
how far will it go, i don’t know
but its gonna take a while
lemme smile while you shake and groan
i’mma scheme while i sit and watch the throne at home
in my room like a sanctuary
i craft away more than a day at a time
rhyming line after line
my spine ached
learned to sit up straight, contemplate life’s mysteries
we got one shot
don’t let it rot
i brought mine loaded lemme break the lock on the box
see the groove in my step?
i’m still alive you can watch me even when i’m dead
have you got that through ya head
i live on digitally
metaphysically
so essentially
i’ve got nothing to fear
for these three minutes fifteen seconds
i’mma take you back in time before 1999
to this place called union city, california

holidays with the fam
we used to go to the living room
imagine there was snow
but the food
ooh pops dropped it hot
in the background kenny g on lock
childhood memories distant but not forgot
reminisce when my brain is on the clock
who have you got that you call ya own when it come down to it
when i’m old and soulful better have someone to keep my soul full

do you even bother to look at yourself not the surface but deep inside your eyes
ya life force
priorities
the guise put up to hide yourself
because infinite wealth could be yours just be genuine
be genuine
be genuine
be genuine
be genuine
be genuine

- the mistica

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