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jackson swavé – drake – 5am in toronto (troubadour remix) كلمات اغاني

[intro]

[verse 1 troubadour]
alliterations dissemination
of your typically haitian
earthquaking lyrics
my heart shakes to hear it now
i look around
i think i’ve found
the main masterpieces source of unearthly sound
i’m down
to expose you with a deadly frown
i’m making ratings so you hate me now
with my lyrical bounds
precipitation, have a station
the way i smelt belts of rhymes up in the clouds
when the beat runs back i level you with mounds
of sounds
like a million voices all ringing in unison
ridiculous noises meticulous movement and
slaves to the game
tell me hip hop is the same
while the frames of the slain
incapacitated names
now listen
permission, grown into fruition, is christened
bars written
for listeners, they bored
until they learn to keep they distance
from unfortunate roars
thats why i’m here to revert
into cliches worst curse
and not squander for longer than fire converts
into burns
take your turn, to mourn for the stern
cause a lifetime of right rhymes is all that they yearned
but harmonies commodities were yet to be earned
as legitimate
articulate
rappers dispersed
so you fakers carried on to the mainstream world
who demanded more
subliminal encores
collapse of the faithful so duly ignored
relapse of the labels so violently soared
so adored on their day
but the fact will not change
that they borrow they time
from the media’s maze
and the beats they’ve not made
and repet-tive hooks stupendously lame
mortifying to the game
fitted rudely on my brain
memories all but erased
trickle back like they deranged
again
so its my time
to stupefy the universe blind, shine
luminescent lyrics just speed by
with stanzas
and banter
make sure i’m loud enough to silence the ranters
throw tantrums
with my lyrical bombs
in hindsight i’m invisible
explode in the fog
don’t take my lyrics literal
pollution to all
my metaphors litter all
of my mixtapes
no retakes
i relate
then seize fate
my creed’s weight
is vast, rate
my raps, break
the claps, take
a standing ovation with a humbler back
straight
ambition is my medicure
permission never heard of yeh
no lyricist gets wordier
rap till i leave em’ hurried ugh
i got distinct lack of inhibition
a brother gots to paint a better picture
won’t you listen?
i’m an ill-strator
a literacy major
thats why a brother ain’t oblivious to written errors
causing terror
half a bearer
of bad news
a messenger correcting her, point of view
pickpocket your flow
take back the game
i want the world back in good hands
no fortune and no fame
yeah
i want the seat back, rap greats calling my name
but at the end of the day
no fortune and no fame
no fortune and no fame

[outro]

- jackson swave

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