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jackman raps – zealots of flintown كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yo, yo…
look…

[verse 1]
i’m going back and forth with the devil like we were running sprints
a hundred walls ain’t making sense, i been stuck on ninety_six
at sixty_nine i took my time, to me that’s just common sense
the common person isn’t sh_t ,they to afraid to take the risk
taking breaks was my mistake i let the devil finish his
i put my soul all into this , he ripped it out and spit on it
threw it down and stomped it out it crushed my heart a little bit
it only made me stronger though i’m coming back so vigorous
i’m coming back an integer now satan can’t divide me
i send him way back in hiding listen close you’ll hear him crying
i want cheese with his whining, now this is fine dining
you can hear him when i’m rhyming, you can hear him when i’m writing
people all around me are frowning in disbelief
picture me, sippin’ bottles rollin’ swisher sweets
they used to say i can’t compete, now i left them obsolete
i’m a g, but tons of my haters would disagree
is it me, you, or him? i don’t care pay the fee
god talked to me through blotter sheets and lsd
i had a lot to say but didn’t speak
only listened for the mission that is fit for me
he said i’m fit to be a king if i adjust a couple things
he said to stop hidin’ behind drugs like psilocybin
and instead to go outside and, grab a pen and get to rhymin’
i’m hallucinating now is this god or just perfect timing
kicked outta my trip from a noise loud as a lion
[break]
yo, yo…
check it…

[verse 2]
my feet stay movin’ confusin’ the humans being still
have yo favorite rapper think twice about what is being real
being real, sippin’ slime, tucking tabs, and poppin’ pills
any drug could get you k!lled, really i’m just being real
i’m the truth i don’t think you others get the deal
fiends pulling on these utters, they ain’t getting any milk
they milk is spoiled, plans are foiled, they appearance peeled
i got stabbed new years eve wounded in the field
my brothers picked me up, brushed me off, said “how ya feel?”
i reply that i’m alright it’s time to get a meal
this the bas_m_nt where we grind until we full as trump
like donald glover, alter ego childish as f_ck
i’m a child but i’m grown cuz’ my life is rough
jackman and kid angel started from the slums
we was both stabbed from cowards tried to take our life’s
but we both beat the odds and we both survived
that’s my brother till the mother f_ckin’ day i die
when i do, burry me aside with all my rhymes

- jackman raps

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