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letra de let's do it - truth & da beatminerz

[verse 1:]
oh, yeah? yeah
the fox is outta cage, the hunters on the pamphlet
it’s raw i’mma give it to you like i’m spoiling a rotten plot and chopping the body parts
there’s an art to it you want problems ?, pursue it let’s do it
i knew within i was meant to put the pen to the paper
way back when and tender for something far more greater
razor sharp focus wrote this to cut through the bogus
hip hop’s my drug, a labor of love double the doses
my approach is explosive my pulse is racing
i’m a fighter in the china shop i’m a bull raging bull, war waging (bowl??) breaking (erasing????)
i’m charging in its destruction to nothing you amount insurmountable odds i’m up against at your expense
show ’em that words have meaning and action has consequence and since get ’em, let em step up i’mma body them
it’s no longer common to have sense like lonnie lynn
a rattle of battle hymns win with a grim perspective
it’s like that strikes back when they least expect it
oh, you stand corrected, dissected and dismembered
old school ruffian colombian necktie head severed
my opponents are measure i’m methodical and deliberate
uncompromised, with no gimmick you talk it, i live it
i give it much thought i fought fire with finesse
in the coffin i put the nail your failure is my success

[chorus:]
8x “you want problems ?, pursue it , let’s do it”
[verse 2:]
yo, truck
that, this, that and the third my words speak truth
emotions head i give orders but still lace up my boots
rally the troops boots inside your head you’re dead wrong
choose to move in i pursue in brewing a quiet storm
in the place to be you see this is where i belong
under the bright lights the fights in me to perform
file it lead and respond conflicting
dawson and shorten i give even the greatest of problem like ken norton
endorphins i stimulate
there’s no escaping this soul for your defense
intense pressure throwing my fist, never calling it quits without risk
there’s no reward my f-ckin tongue is a blade made to sharpen a sword
accordingly, i react with my back against the wall
i’ve been knocked down but got up no doubt and f-ck them all
get down, fall i engineer my way, you run in fear
contest address the matter at hand so stand clear
from d-mn near nothing i turn it to something unseen was faced to work
when i write i’m like cover your screen one man team
meaning my action i’m passing judgment
you must respect the shooter and those who are run with
some sick like john q i’m a real threat foreman
you the destinies of my palm the news alarming but true
i do a few fathom knew it had it in me
it’s deeply rooted it’s ingrained and pain language on call on

- truth da beatminerz

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