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freddie bruno - occupational therapy كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
it’s my outlet bringin’ the user to my level
a statuesque physique when i speak the mic rebel
renegade in a blue line barricade
i’m saturatin’ sheets with alphabetic marinade
to the average eye it’s looks like a mess at best
to me it looks like a vessel to tame the treble clef
my caligraphy movin’ ministry of the symphony
specifically i’m like kathy bates bringin’ misery
easily i could show you but what it be to ya?
you could never comprehend the content of my media
letters cadence to my voice for the performance
and turn the pages of my rhyme journal to a concordance
using my for reference try track my dialog
son i’m _n_log writin’ a linguistic catalog
when the stationary sanctuary leads the synagogue
haters try to block the current like an artery clog
fluently ridin’ the track i saddle the measure
and harness the sk!lls that were first sp_wned in my ledger
a database processin’ the thoughts that i’m stressin’
protestin’ my oppression when the court is in session

[hook]
yo _ the world want the font that we got
it’s the red letter word they heard from tree top
the place where i shout the route from enoch
and translate the paper i spread my ink spot
’cause _ the world want the font that we got
it’s the red letter word they heard from tree top
the place where i shout the route from enoch
and translate the paper i spread my ink spot
[verse 2: play_dough]
open my heart words start fallin’ right where they please
i paid fees both eyes closed down i sees
a super_st__ze from a superstar under the bar
cats can’t comprehend so they front and pretend
i transcend rap flow to a new plateau cause the wack know
soon they get an overshadow
when the track glow fluorescent ink that’s on the brink
plus they love it and they covet in the pattern of think
that i thought rhymes lost with cashews of dues
that i paid over pc tools and college ruled
we swallow fools shallow as pothole
that’s claimin’ they got soul like chicken and waffles from roscoe’s
thinkin’ they are what they eat if that’s the case
i’m a sucka emcee cause i’m eatin’ plenty
still an empty stomach make the smpte plummet
to a bowel full of vowels i spit
the wheel of fortune that i’m torchin’
scorchin’ a mindset and find yet
another souls lost where darkness is tossed
the cost is infinite if the cross isn’t in it
so i’m bridgin’ the gap with rap and table scr_ps

[hook]
yo _ the world want the font that we got
it’s the red letter word they heard from tree top
the place where i shout the route from enoch
and translate the paper i sprout my ink spot
yo _ the world want the font that we got
it’s the red letter word they heard from tree top
the place where i shout the route from enoch
and translate the paper i sprout my ink spot

- freddie bruno

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