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letra de od3 to the culture - the ode (b.c toronto & catastrofik)

verse 1 (b.c toronto:
straight on to facts dawg i’m wanting that bag
if the price is my soul then i’m holding it back
sh!t became real when i wrote my first rap
the pen was on zoom, while i focus in class
now the flow on some pisces esque
hope the blow is what will come next
another 24 i’m tryna climb out the nest
the stories of the old inspire the doubt’s rest
pace myself for the evasive diba status
patient, passive with the paper chasing
cat weren’t kidding when he told you “we want them benzes in all black we ain’t racist”
i step outta masses
’cause the fake is what’s real, i’m not one for the counterfeit$
not there when it happens
but when numbers is stacking they’re down for the count of it
(what i learn)
this turned to a parody
(what i observe)
these n-ggas still nap on me
this is the ode, if you sleeping on us then we’re coming with the anti-sedative
this a test, got my pen, trailblaze and we move with it
’cause t ain’t rap for the h-ll of it
d-mn straight we ain’t rap for the h-ll of it
my n-gga this how the culture’s redeemed. (b.c.)
verse 2 (catastrofik):
every time that i spit in the open mics
couples n-ggas be thinking their flows is tight
boy my writtens are so precise
you would swear that a n-gga grew into it overnight
some would diss me on a record thinking i won’t reply
boy im aiming for heads from an infinite solar height
boy this style of rap like heroine addiction for socialites
its ode the last of a dead breed
done plowed up all the archives & planted the next seeds
now sit back & wonder if yall cats could impress me
when you barely skim the surface like ya strapped to a jetski
flow like nile you more traffic jam on the n3
just listen…
came a long way with the hustling here
a couple of years? yeah but thats nothing to fear
the path to success is open.. now its suddenly clear
i stay behind when they go out to chug on em beers
coz we dont do none of that here
no disrespect meant i only got love for my peers
i ain’t saying im better than none of them, kids
im just saying im focused on meditating
till i’ve broken all limitations
third eye been blind i ain’t scoping for imitations
all our soldiers need liberation
promised land? we knowing the destination
send location.. you’ll know when my n-ggas made it
this ain’t a rap this is total obliteration
of any foes who think they intimidating
my raps be rhetoric to most of these hypocrites
im flowing ridiculous
inspired by scroll of leviticus
flow be so vivid its like i be putting the photo in synthesis
my pen’s golden intended tip wrote odes to the wickedest
boasting my sk!ll again
catastrofik, b.c ..its the ode we represent!!
verse 3 (b.c toronto):
when the trumpets sound, are you ready to be champion
walls fall down are you titan-ed (tightened) or beligerent??
the whole story, how they tell of your existence
better you reconcile with the crown of the ancestors
the cursed womb that never gave birth
now sees promise in everything on earth
maybe it’s the crave for that something you can never have
can’t really stain people crawling out the motherland
tryna save face by embracing the grace of our fallen soldiers
what other ways to escape all the chains aiming at my shoulders
go thomas isaiah what i claim, i post up
’cause the game is engraved in my heart to remove all the stains in my art, emulate the hovas
they encased their fallouts, when it’s time to go with no liqour their feet ain’t touch the waters
ohh the defected mentalities
the groove infested minorities
i ain’t judge if i cannot stay sober myself
though still haven’t found what they call relief
steady, still writing my script
ready for destiny’s trip
can you say the same without biting your lip
or is the game not straight and you ain’t down for all this, dawg who watching your six
once it’s all said and done, y’all ain’t moving an inch
the war’s not won ’til we out of the trench
get this n-gga, this ain’t that get-rich quick
745 how our moves are eclipse
now i could be a heretic
but i got faith in my own sh-t
my n-gga that’s what the ode represent
multi coloured robes for your majesties, the prodigies

- the ode b c toronto catastrofik

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