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letra de black pen - the rym & kelit

[first verse]

dropping rhymes like i’m dropping dimes
my ever first verse going back in the times
when it was all about dropping verse for the homies
then it came like i’m the rapper of the city, man
the rapper of the city, look at the sun b-tch you looking at me
i’m big as the sun, quite big as you see, i’m smooth as the ocean, strong as the ocean
this is an ego-trip, this is an introduction, nice trip man a f-cking interruption
of the game you’re the boss? ‘f-ck you saying but f the cops?
man your music doesn’t mean sh-t, still got me livid, but still got legit
gotta chase fame if you want credit, gotta have love if you really wanna make it
if you can write a few sentences, put them together
yell ’em on a beat you might become rapper
it’s were we at, and i’m writing contraband tracks
trying to cross thous’ miles making contrast
on my desk warmed up by a candle light, ink in the pen, ideas getting bright
i wrote like a concept vague, a motherf-cking wave
coming straight from the cradle to the grave

[second verse]

people come to me they asking me if i’m alright
i’m just telling’ i make music cause it’s dope how we sound like
love to get my pay, people like what i be saying
this is flow over meaning ain’t got feeling’ in my head
and i’m only chasing fame too much good rappers do their thing
in the darkness game is ruthless except with gold on your hands
talk about sh-t you gain if you gain money you’ll get fame
if you lose homies you’ll get lame, keep it true but don’t stay the same now
i’m the kind of fool dropping’ flows inside of the school
inspiration comes from the night like diving in a rhyming pool
my sk!lls are inexpressible, my success inexorable
talking’ bout the process, i’m in progress making dope hit remarkable
and i gotta go and get it, giving dope you know i’m headed for it
menace for the game, and i’m a beast before i get credit
and i’m never gonna get it, guess who’s back i’m on my level
got p-ssed off, but all the gutter getting known with my guttural voice
i got too gutsy i’m leaving them gutted
my lil’ sis told me “you’re a grown man i guarantee you will succeed”
nothing but a rapper routine and you shutter when i rap
i’m mad at you, just a bit, take care of you i want it big
i gotta black pen my stories being told, like a black hole every rhyme i swallow
half-way shadow, i’m rapping on the sideline making noise in my city with a nice flow
cause when i hit it they like “wow, how does a french guy can be so dope?”
i don’t know it’s up to you to tell me, cause looking for a proper song
we made a f-cking ep

- the rym kelit

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