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letra de lord knows - the way i be

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yo i’m snappin necks

cashin checks

back in full effect

if it’s talent you possess

you blessed

don’t take the sh-t for granted

i don’t understand it

they claimin that they rap

i call cap

kick imposters of the roster

with an open hand slap to yo momma

all facts when i pop up

flavors like a potluck
savored like your last puff

some of that strong stuff

haters gettin mad

when i’m lettin the song bump

artificial acts, we don’t f-ck with that pop gum

my shine you couldn’t knock on, when i’m lettin my thoughts run

rappers playin possum, we stood up and fought on

the outcome, a couple h bombs

i don’t fake love, yo style got a subtle taste of somеthin based off

greediness, i see it quick, beliеve the sh-t ain’t hard for me to miss

in this art, i’m seekin bliss

minus the ignorance you hear in every hit, since way back when

sincerely his, hers, and them
sippin elixir of gin, juice and chems

been spittin vivid pictures

in the scripture hidden gems

i don’t f-ck around with filler, this a bridge hoe

i highly doubt we soundin similar, b-tch

i’m a k!lla in this sh-t

bumpin dilla get me lifted like a spirit in this b-tch

got the lyrics so dope that when i spit they go delirious and sh-t

straight trippen, bass hittin, you can hear it in the whip

got the subs subsuming your soul

on top of floods and destruction

the public losing control

i feel like pac the apocalypse looming
dooming us all

this life is truly a b-tch, she got a grip on ya b-lls

the themes i sing are intense

the things i seen are involved

the evil, greedy, and sinister scheming

feeding us lies

all bullsh-t aside

our life lines lookin crooked

and i despise how the rich lookin at all of our lives like it’s nothin, they push a b-tton and we all move like puppets

lord knows

i bring the style with the ruckus

and bustin binds that we stuck in

like f-ckin bias assumptions

i run it by ya, you jumpin up outchya skin

and the sentence imprinted up on ya melon

went and witnessed a murder incident in broad day

left you insane

the songs reflected the pain

the raw inflection it bangs

there’s no emcee that could step to this

that’s a bet i would take

i leave the rest up to fate

and fill my chest up with flame

say f-ck the rest, they all simpletons, reppin nothin but fake

i deal with nothin but game

and gain exceptional strength, i take a breath and get zen wittit

instant intricate phrase

that’s my signature thing

it’s meant to rip up the chains

so quit playin, pick it up, on the real

or get played

i’m engaged

when i’m rockin it the rhythm amaze

the stage poppin and the audience rage

it ain’t stoppin, it stays knockin

for decades, goes on and on like essays

as time progresses i evolve, capture essence, the best way i know how

oh wow, here we here we go now

waylo got his own style

think about if pac was still ridin round blowin clouds

500 benz with the windows down, rollin loud

hip hop would’ve taken a whole f-ckin different route

novelty gift shop rappers who only spit for clout

would all get instantaneously disemboweled

the most heinous actions are continuously disavowed

this is power, hit em wit a wisdom shower

never is my diction tired

clever with the pen so when they listen they tend to admire

mumble mothaf-ckas are addicted to dyin

rottin’ they mind with material fixation

designer pill combinations

too much mothaf-ckin gun glorification

it becomes redundant on the real what is you to thinkin?

this consistent concentrated depravity

is f-ckin dumb, we stay praisin this escape from reality

instead lets come together as one and learn how to face this reality

like really what the f-ck is happening? i told you son

don’t let the industry mothaf-ckas control you son

they want the whole youth numb to shootin mothaf-ckas over just a few loose crumbs

and fools so ruthless you could stream the sh-t on youtube bruh

let’s find a better equation that every race can compute to bruh

and skip the fu fu, get to the fruitful love

the feelings mutual, major reason you should turn this up

i think we all are in agreement that i earned this dub

to hold my own wit no absurd sh-t, sole superlative funk

this what the raw consist of, sh-t make you wanna ball your fist up

i raise it for the fallen victims

to a corporate conniving system

i fight the injust, it’s a divine extension of a higher wisdom

inspire real ones, expire the simps like 6ix9ine and lil pump

and show y’all b-tches what it really feel like to f-ckin get slumped

y’all a cancer on the culture

every f-ckin song is torture

sh-t is like demonic worship

didn’t even write that weak ass bar ya self, ya f-ckin forfeit

more than undeserving, pull ya card

and watch your whole god awful facade topple over

- the way i be

letras aleatórias

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