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letra de it is, what it is - verseborn

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hook:
poppa was a rollin stone
moma got her prozac on
granny had a corner store
i was on my own like
this is what it is

daddy on the road- that n-gga gone
moma on tour- n0body home
i was big bro- looking for my own
going thru life like- it is what is it
verse 1:

(verseborn )

flowing like the tide is in
tight as skin of
anorexics tryna binge

(why not )

compare me to god
im high as him?
familiar like centrum silver
they ‘vite-em-in

(the lions’ den-)

mishak & a-bed-nigo
lead explodes if i
reach back and let it go

(leave em froze)

freeze pack in the dead of snow
wet ya toes wavy while at the beach
catch a cold
(west coast)

runnin with the
best staying humble tho
gutter flow watching every
step for the under-toe

(my uncle know)

taught game to younger folks
with blunted hopes, it was 20 hoes
and 100- spokes

(calypso)

how ya lip hold a melody
art like the spark of
clip loads to ya enemy

(my life 10 fold)

the grip load of a centipede
where n-ggas carry 9s like
zip codes of ya city streets

verse 2:
(riding thru the city)

looking gritty with my hat low
how she roll the sticky
make you think it was tabacco

(leaning out the window)

while we screaming de facto
konquest slaying
infidels no castro

(black power fist)

pickin out my afro
puffin on a spliff
while we addin up
the cash flow

(tryna get a grip)

climbing up the plateau
dipping with my chick
as hiding at the chateau

(verseborn is top 10)

dead or alive
its 9 missing
lines pop eyes
no time to fry chicken

(feeling boxed in)

rolling like the
stop signs missing
enjoying fruits of my labor
like fine wine sipping

(my life’s different)

never gave a hand out
battling all my symptoms
as a youngin had a bad mouth

it all lead up to me
chilling in the pad now
leader of the militia
disguised it as a band now

- verseborn

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