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letra de ride - unkle adams

[refrain]
ride with them
those are my people and i’m with them
the toughest cell to bust out of is mind prison
so look up, see the stars and go fly with them
call us up, we will roll up in 5 minutes
x2

[verse 1]
i take the beat and bless it
because i have been messin’
with the microphone since i was an adolescent
never my second got the doubters triple guessin’
i’m like your news feed, steadily refreshin’
i make ’em sing along to it like they do in church
clerks to nurses, and all the people movin’ dirt
you want to get ahead? then you gotta do the work
in my brain, i’m the biggest, i’m (inaudible)
i know that you prefer somethin’ with a little rhythm
that gets your a-blood pumpin’, now go get ’em
and take the day on
maybe you should stay on
hmm—many playlists that my tracks play on
crayons, brushes, i paint a picture of it
in your imagination, look and you’ll discover
they never knew about me, like i was undercover
but i was busy workin’ tryin’ to break the bubble

[verse 2]
jumpin’ in the deep end
lookin’ at the seabed
i don’t need your bullsh-t, no you can keep it
i’m makin’ moves everyday in a sequence
it’s no secret, level of achievement
i like the skyline over in dubai
or nyc, this is the new vibe
i see my people, i greet ’em when i move by
then i go back again, man, i do it two times
those others overdid it until it was crispy
i’m takin’ flight now, like a tossed frisbee
i see you london, they know me in sydney
they play my tracks in chicago and dc
over in bc, where the rocky peaks be
up here in canada, you know we rep the maple leaf
this is a song for all of my people worldwide
i’m not a k!ller, but you know i’m ’bout to murder rhymes

[verse 3]
i take a sixteen, fill it ’till it spits seams
i bet the compet-tion probably want to switch teams
when they witness how i spit it and i rip beats
i’m about to count it down, homie, call me rick dees
“say ‘cheese'” and smile for the camera
i’ve been to toronto, i want to see atlanta
when i grab the mic i’m flyin’ off the handle
i rhyme what doesn’t rhyme, and they don’t understand it
call me “the captain” it’s a former nickname
back when i worked in the kitchen, i was cookin’ with flame
later on, i drove a truck that was full of propane
i was bringin’ heat before you heard all my tracks play
freight trains make noise and they rumble earth
but not as much as a speaker pumpin’ an unk verse
i’n havin’ fun with it, so you better do the same
i want you louder than me singin’ the refrain

- unkle adams

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