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letra de first rap - werd (sos)

i write songs to this life i commit
but i still don’t write better than my first rap sh-t
don’t know what it is every mic that i grip
doesn’t seem to feel the same as my first night gig
every cypher that i’m in crowd still show me love
they don’t give the same reaction that my freestyles did
i keep going till i finally get a hit
and they tell me it’s not better than my first rap sh-t

here
rocks fall on my face when i climb
history doesn’t repeat itself but it rhymes
they said i fell behind
i say never fall in line
translate through my actions like i’m channelling a mime
back in 1642
let me take you back in time
to the days i was a truant wouldn’t bottle it inside
i didn’t have a lot pen and jotter by my side
stayed in unison like classical ballet russian styles
i run a hundred miles just to get to the same point
repeat myself when i’m rapping
stop making the same point
keep going in circles while pacing the same floor
but it’s no song and dance like i’m eddie cantor
looking for that encore
let my voice soar
the illusion to delusions only make me want more
you’re trying to fill the void but you’re never fitting in
last call let’s go back and have a re-enactment
i write songs to this life i commit
but i still don’t write better than my first rap sh-t
don’t know what it is every mic that i grip
doesn’t seem to feel the same as my first night gig
every cypher that i’m in crowd still show me love
they don’t give the same reaction that my freestyles did
i keep going till i finally get a hit
and they tell me it’s not better than my first rap sh-t

keep going with bad omens and sad poems
raps spoken and i’m focused on fast growing
but looking back in the past we had high motive
higher plays larger stage
now it lies folded huh
what is happening my passion it sticks
i feel i’m the same kid but it’s fell off a cliff
they want drive it like it’s stolen
here’s hoping they’d shift
but they stayed in the lane when the writing went left
hey might be lightening but the thunder connects
you missed when i was striking only heard the reflect
reflect on that back it was as good as it gets
and maybe i got better but the storm it had set
now they stormzy and ghetts
and i’m not getting the songs
we was getting along
now just want to get on
but the accent and slang who you trying to kid on
i’m trying to be me but no lying and all
i write songs to this life i commit
but i still don’t write better than my first rap sh-t
don’t know what it is every mic that i grip
doesn’t seem to feel the same as my first night gig
every cypher that i’m in crowd still show me love
they don’t give the same reaction that my freestyles did
i keep going till i finally get a hit
and they tell me it’s not better than my first rap sh-t

used to do this with no effort
used to say it with no pressure
used to make it my own and clever
straight to the face cause i came from glasgow
lesser men where hesitant with the pen
but i kept it to ten
heavy game evident in every sentence i said
straight from the god’s
i was rarely seen low key
my stories where ego free
no flies would appear on me
because i’d be no e.v.i.l
got my people high as h-ll
whenever i decipher a spell
now i’m a sell-out a fraudster
a hypocrite an imposter
it cost a fortune to foster the nonsense
i lost my f-cking soul
rotting in a hole
got a stocking holding coal
when i used to have a pocket full of gold
maybe i’m old
maybe my stories been told
maybe i’m cold
maybe i should just fold and leave the fold
maybe so
but much like the legends that came before me
i’m determined that i’ll perish in an epic blaze of glory

- werd sos

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