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letra de outro / back to basics freestyle - vyrus michaels

[prod. by dreamlife]

this that outro sh-t you know? the one at the end of everything where you just gotta wrap it all up? talk about, i don’t know whatever the f-ck you gotta talk about man. it’s back to basics freestyle probably

[verse 1]
yeah
my old self was a hoe -ss n-gga
that’s why every day i gotta stack my figures
at the same my pride shrank, heart grew bigger
so for every dollar i stack, fifty cents on someone
else’s dinner
my mindset the sh-t that turned me to a winner
turned believers to some sinners
better pray you don’t offend us
the slow flow let you know that every word was chosen
my black soul can’t help but know when sh-t is golden
that’s why – that’s why we stacking, cracking, working
in the morn’
sound of whips cracking, shackles, tackle that
and then more
’cause when i see the state of mine i swear my forehead grow h-rns
and i swear i worked for mine, f-ck did you do for yours?
i share dna with the giants that i’m hanging with
standing on they shoulders just so i could pull ’em over
i sometimes think about that one line from hova
‘fewer blacks up here’, man i swear i’ll bring ’em closer
hard to stack up here
yo, how much a dollar cost?
this piece of paper is covered in blood from lives lost
all my life i just wanted to shine, boss
but the more i eat the less i care about the sauce
kinda funny how
n-ggas showing they bummy styles
everybody running now, running from the hungry child
got a lot on my plate and i hate doing dishes
so i keep on eating ’cause my appet-tes be endless
tread to steal the fire with prometheus as witness
but it turned into a flower all i had to do was listen
dried it up, smoked it, looked into the distance
saw a future with black boys just minding they own business
black owned business
next to black and gold children
tracking past our limits
trap no sky within us
flying by the sun
hoping for no drama
but icarus never had a black queen as a momma
so don’t tell me nothing i can’t do
everything you fear’s a reflection of you
everything i hold dear hold a message of truth
subjectively my family more objective than you
as in we chase objectives, buy contraceptives
so when life f-ck us over only pockets getting pregnant
sometimes when i rhyme, feels like a different person
so i smile in my prayers ’cause i know my angels heard ’em

it’s back to basics

[verse 2]
i heard the rap game was just like the crack game
and this rap thing is just a way to stack change
and a black king rapping ’bout his last chain
is full of black shame coping with his fast fame
and we act sane talking through our accents
’cause this black pain is praying to the fat dame
’cause it ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings
why the f-ck that b-tch quiet, can’t you see we going
through some things?
can’t you see we ’round here kicking things like liu kang?
can’t you see my brothers going
through pain just to prove thangs?
the hustler is a product of a hard place
a rock and a product and new chains from the same jakes
that’s why we hold that .9 like we never ate
that’s why we drink a fifth just for all the hate
that’s why we smoke a eighth never knowing what for
and so we cut it in half and tell you it’s yours
’cause this rap thang is all about black pain
even when we bragging, it’s just hiding shame
music never saved my life won’t give it that much credit
’cause while i never been alone i was my own medic

back to basics

thank you for everything

- vyrus michaels

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