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letra de grown men - tom (emcee from australia)

[hook]
wrote this one with the blood of my opponents
judge enough what they pose with but who they are when the shutters close
kids, hold your mother close, you may not get another…
no, you don’t wanna know [?] condolences
[?] out of my atonement
to duck under the punches, blows when condolences roll in
our fathers are their own men ha
our fathers are their own men uh

[verse]
my spine it bends like licorice behind the pencil lingering
my spidey sense is tingling
the vine the pressure’s swinging in from is behind my vision
think i’m venom bitten
drink the sinner’s drink then bicker with the finer things
check the pen i’m given, i can paint a bigger picture with it
all things considered, man, the lord gives forgiveness
stand before him acquitted
ride through the [?], smile through the scope while the snipers figure out who’s on the trigger
[?]
skipping with scissors and if i slip, then that’s it i guess
the wisdom is hidden in ad libs, sitting in the mess
written in crimson, decrypt the riddles and lift your chest
[?] to the word villain, uh
pray you live in the world [?]
from the fast to the first feeling
felt i blew some kisses to the wishing well and prayed for our fathers’ addictions
quell, go and tell the kids you’ve got h-ll to give your h-ll ‘cause rap’s a game and spelling, spitting, yelling, sell your sin
about a season that i spent in the flames eh
let me a reason to vent what i tasted
so best believe i need the stains on these pages
i’ll never leave until i’m freedom with the angels
men invented hatred and then came the cages
yet i stand free so my face is never blank
aim is never thankless
praying for the vanquished and those who’ve made it, those having banquets on sp-ceships
but i’m sure y’all are due to escape
i see ‘em living to make more hurtful human mistakes
the key to withering pain is purposely losing the race then shaking the enemy’s hand with the hurt glued to your face
this nonsense is my truth to create
through the day, my youth will decay
but this performance means my tooth will remain uh
but this performance means my tooth will remain so who can…
wait, wait, who can, uh
who can look at that with the test?
who is putting these raps with the best?
fl!ck the pen in a fit of stress
caressing the page with confessions of pain or forgetting the day
sleeping through terrible
he better leave with the debt
and my cheeks tryna reap what i never could need or believe what the devil has seen as a portrait
i level with fiends, just get what you need
[?] seems
that everything bet is worth the [?]
aches released gon’ get the bread to break in pieces
play deceased if you face defeat
putting haste to feet
soothe the symptoms with soup and simplicity
group the victims and listen sincerely
the tooth of villains is ruthless and victory too it’s clear that we knew that it’s not as it seems [?]
soothe the symptoms and repeat
you spit to mics with loose grip
mister try-to-threw-fits
that’s a great habit, miss me by a tooth chipped
picked a fight with two kids in a straight jacket, uh
that’s stupid
[hook]
wrote this one with the blood of my opponents
judge enough what they pose with but who they are when the shutters close
kids, hold your mother close, you may not get another…
no, you don’t wanna know [?] condolences
[?] out of my atonement
to duck under the punches, blows when condolences roll in
our fathers are their own men
our fathers are grown men

- tom emcee from australia

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