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ethos the rapper - socrates كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
hittin’ the peak, i’m flyin’ in a chesapeake with the lines that i write, i don’t ramble
i speak for the meek and the brand that i push is most definitely a gamble
if it ever fails don’t blame me, fight with every ounce in me, wish i had more time free
’cause workin’ through the week ain’t for the meek, so sorry if i’m a jerk ’cause i probably reek, mhm
ain’t left in a year even though all my friends are near, lookin’ in the mirror i fear the workin’ man i’ve become
even though it may appear i got a life i’ve never felt so alone and under the knife
so p-ss the b-tter and the spread so i can lay it on the bread yeah my radio is from far from dead
and i’m gonna make it to the top ’cause i won’t stop makin’ music that i call hip-hop

[chorus]
you can meddle but my reserve’s always made of metal
an honor to win a pulitzer medal, they don’t have the mettle
i’m a smash the gas, hit the blinker, use the left lane and make a p-ss
hook, line, and sinker music that’s made for the thinker

[verse 2]
i know i pack i lot of information in formation and i’m quickly racin’ to hit on all the points that i’m placin’
i know i got ’em bracin’ and they witness all the embracin’
strap on your thinking cap, don’t fall for the trap of the modern music rap, it’s a cash grab, hurtin’ my stock with the blab
but i ain’t worried ’bout the long term when my music comes from the sky-lab
i’m trippin’ ’em up with that ’cause my pen’s the gat, where’s the sword at? step on a bug like splat, like a ball to a bat
i’ll send you flyin’ like an acrobat but soon you’re gonna land flat
playin’ fiddle with a fire burnin’ guess i’m nero, not a villain nor a hero, neutral like a number zero and yeah
no matter how ya feelin’ i am stickin’ in your ear though and i always pack a heavy lunch so you gotta eat slow

[verse 3]
socrates or plato, doesn’t matter, they don’t play though
they don’t make a mind like that these days or it’s busy tryin’ to play though
many men have emulated, but they’re faded or they’re gated by their choices, but it’s too late when their souls were traded
on the ground and they’re bitin’ it, pulled in deep and they’re fightin’ it, why’d you go and take out the light in it?
even if you’re wrong or you’re writin’ it, you took a bite of the plate, forgot your might yeah, but now it’s all hindsight
gonna write, gonna write, gonna write, through the night until i cover every last sleight so keep your -ss puckered tight
’cause now i’m gonna cut all the strings to your kite, jack-ss

- ethos the rapper

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