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letra de her story - tunnel rats

[verse 1: jamie]
i dream galaxies, speak prophecies in 3-d
my rhymes are 20,000 leagues under the sea deep
so why you keep hopin’ for some mediocrity
to slip outta my lips, didn’t you know i’m unfit
to spit anything less than profound cause i sit in
spiritual submission to god sound
allow him to crown my words world-renowned
you frown cause your -ssumptions got flipped upside-down
you wanna pretty hawaiian girl kick exotic to your world
swirl her hips as her lips drip coconut-y naughty
tan lines on your brain. now, i need to explain..
i ain’t here to be adored cause i’m so much more than your
mary jane high or candy cane for your eye
my fly be mesmerizing cause it comes from the inside out
confident but never too proud, the underground
diamond in the rough emcee has been found

[hook: jamie & elsie & zane]
i ain’t got no time for debatin’
all these so called rappers that’s hatin’
radio lies and tv ain’t for me
i speak my mind when i rhyme it’s her story
i ain’t got no time for y’all frontin’
everybody got to say somethin’
radio lies and tv ain’t for me
i speak my mind when i rhyme it’s her story

[verse 2: elsie]
this artist won’t ever make artless music, see
heart saddened by the state of heartless industry
mourning the death of hip-hop, what it used to be
still work the grind to be the hardest emcee, feel me
listen, listen how i sound so pretty
but in under two seconds could get down and dirty gritty
it’s a pity to pin me to one style
music child versatile
city girl profile with hits that make ’em go-
look at how we getting looked at
music video hoes and hoe emcees on top of that
well i got cl-ss on top of tact not to mention sk!ll exact
don’t need to sell s-x to sell still got ’em under my spell
watch, watch now how a real woman do
how i could undo your voodoo in a minute or two
s-xy don’t mean sk-nky and cl-ssy never trashy
p-ss me the mic, any questions you could ask me

[verse 3: zane]
mm, taste like word up and fresh
product of the strong and complex generation x
to intense to digest to understand you must manifest intellect
i battle for the sport of the k!ll
l!ck my chops then enjoy my next meal
but i can’t eat processed meat
and i can’t stomach rappers with styles too weak
with no spice so i’m throwing salt on your game
i’d rather deal with hunger pangs while my rap remains
my weapon of choice my voice, my sk!lls
my heart the system i broke out of
learned to breathe without em’ it’s time to get played sucka
realize your made in the process
you been t.a.g’ed and all they want is full access
to -ssets feeding you to the m-sses
but you won’t make it that far
think you need some cl-sses and practice
so you can hear the sounds of whackness

- tunnel rats

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