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common market - bonanza كلمات الأغنية

“… a lotta suckas always front that we made it by luck…
live from out a silent town where talent abounds
the area where pavement covers sacred burial grounds
sound off two for those who came first and laid the work
laborers and mercenaries mining diamonds out the pay dirt
worth inequitable, yet to get what’s deserved
for official recognition i press to spread the word
act like you ain’t heard we on the verge of a breakthrough
youth crammin’ the gate sayin’ ‘i just can’t wait’
it takes a dreamer type to keep the hope alive but don’t shut those eyes
it’s cut-throat comin’ from both sides
and when the gun smoke rise, only one’ll survive
‘not two, not three, not four, not five’
six years on the grind here, take it if they give me ten
princ-p-lly paid dues, who’s seein’ dividends
where the kid begin? around the city of cin
another sea-sickened immigrant attempts to fit in
i seen your citizens around, shower praise on a duck
bust the b-ss-pound speakers, sets played in my truck
a pot struck under the rainbow, the stage i touched
‘a lotta suckas always front that we made it by luck’
never left fortune to chance, nah i took a second job
just to finance the pressing of a respectable effort
i’ve come to terms with the significance of live & learn
kid’ll get his turn only after they listen and spurn
so necessarily my resolve was tested, told ‘em
i’ll be back in a second to wreck it with a better record
a set objective i said it how i knew best
rooted in the east movin’ due west, of the etiquette clueless, uh
i bid adieu, do i say ‘bon jour?’ how long you be gone for?
maybe forever on this award tour
playin’ for none, can i do one more? prayin’ for an encore
bangin’ on a drum at the contour
the long shot, survival at sea – got to paddle
paychecks for prize money at the beatbox battle
big up’s to vera, my debt forever paid in fine art
one of the biggest reasons we f-ckin’ with dave meinert
service to my const-tuents, a purpose in fuzed
word to love, son – we got a lotta work to do
real recognize and appreciate real, but
‘a lotta suckas always front that we made it by luck’
aint nothin’ foreign to the formula, you reap what you sew
spent these summers on the come-up, you just seein’ us blow
some conditions are beyond control – nevermind that
the difference in victory and failure is where your mind’s at
wild speculation on the state of the section
some missin’ the bigger picture while they’re posin’ the question
it’s the answer i’ve been trynna p-ss along to the amateur
while they stand around and wait for the bonanza.”

- common market

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