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letra de battle tested freestyle - wrekonize

november 22nd, 2013, battle tested
i dropped so many projects this year
i should sign a lease agreement for that spot in your ear
i am now that voice inside of your head, so raspy
tellin’ you to reach for the sky, they can’t grasp me
but i am still speakin’ ’bout a decade plus
they wanted me swept under the rug so i won’t get paid much
they wanted me broke down, so clown
i would’ve thrown out, my crown
before i even got a chance to rock it, i think they know now
this ain’t no flute flingin’ gimmick trend-rider
it hadn’t been liver than the p-ssy insiders
we blend the poppin’ so, hip-rock n roll
and if you two sip with a fat-on i ‘spose you gotta go
it started back when i was battling cats at pack
and every sat-rday i’d have to travel some miles on the map
from hollywood to kendell, kendell and back again
i’d study up with h and bland, serum and i’d rap with gin
me and borabis and my broke-down honda
sippin’ long-islands and a lofty cloud of marijuana
i wanna make it honour, national show when i’m a
leave out this b-tch with honours
i know you see me mama
it was all a dream, it’s so surreal now
a bunch of rappers tryin’ to tear down the clear sound
shout out to mindshift, j-pure manoeuvres to
miami in the 90s was a jungle we’d manoeuvre through
this is from parable, shakespear, johnny five
logics, a thousand thoughts, minus-ing those not alive
sp-wn live chaos on it when the beat play
then misusing all the djs that try by twelve on replay
i went to mtv to battle strong for all of y’all
and the effect it had on me ain’t really hard to call
peace to sworn on blind fury by us rob-g
kcs who mic the menace night life, and who me?
i’m the mayday spitter livin’ out the block
livin’ inside a world today where many styles are not free
instead of getting’ props, they bring props to battle with
i still love it though, the beat, the sk!ll, the ratchet sh-t
inside my heart i’m still a gladiator
who turns his back upon ceaser and walks out in a mask of vapours
and loves the smell of blood risin’ from the sneaker soles
and keeps a demon underneath him just to keep him cold
in this world you either strike fast or strike out
this whole world’s a bout i’m tryin’ to climb out
whether it’s mcs or labels, envy or fables
you keep your head above them sinkin’ halos
sh-t i see enemies lurkin’ behind the candelabra
ghostin’ it at random, i’m phantom of the opera
twisted in tandom and damaging’ all my lavish chakras
well what the f-ck are we doin’ here on the planet mobster?
years later i’m just tryin’ to survive
and bring the music to the people it goes up in my mind
i know i’m thirty now but that don’t mean nothin’ to mine
truthfully i think i’ve entered my prime

and to my new fam i got ridin’ with snake ‘n’ bat pieces
i’m trying to be that g*nius with the rap thesis
i’m trying to smash that cd like its half freezing
this year ain’t even over yet and we’ve been vast scheming
signin’ off the rap contestant with bad intensions
out of tension bitin’ tongues to keep from sad investments
you gotta come to rattle fences in this mad dimension
cause to survive it’s on right that you be battle tested
(battle tested)

- wrekonize

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