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kevin1100 – runways (non-anonymous) كلمات اغاني

(rhyanmichele – monologue)
“in my backyard i have a pool of air…the hydrogen has been displaced… in a known spot, so not misplaced, but in another space within a thing called wind… controlled by the in and out of my decision to keep breathing. so what appears to be an empty hole seen only by the invited, is really one, of many souls, united…”

(kevin1100)
blowing smoke in a world of mirrors, we hoping the world can hear us/
recording the illest lyrics, before we’re ever appearing/
on stages nearest your region, a legion of legends bearing/
these gifts for those who are feigning our riffs of vocal coherence/
so notice that we embarr-ss these dudes who think that they’re rapping/
they napping while we be eating, they’re sleeping while we get cabbage/
imagine what it would take to be emulating the greats/
on a daily basis i make the most out of my situations/
…a little patience, mixed with a bit of equations/
i’m formulating these ways to reveal all these revelations/
may we set their stage ablaze in an array of various nations/
and display something amazing that negates our limitations/
cause, presentation’s important, we’re sporting these decorations/
of chains, rings, and loot, i maintain the truth/
i’m just expressing my successes so i’m dressing like it to/
best respect it cause you know i’m upper-decking on you fool/
i’m just a blessing in disguise, paying homage to a god/
that turned some dirt into a body…probably/
just so i can hit your speakers properly…follow me/
over to your ruler, hear your god in me, no illuminati g/
don’t owe no apology, cause, that ain’t in my policy/
so ain’t no use in bothering me/
i’m on some other shit…hop on in the mother ship/
you‘re on a journey for you to witness hip-hop recovery/
we’re hovering – in new nikes, at new heights, to do right/
these blue lights, pursue my, crew like…flies!/
cause we’re the shit and they like doo-doo right, so who’s right?/
well you’re right for listening, and they’re wrong for dissing him/
i put on, they’re whispering/
but i ain’t yelling obscenities, or developing enemies/
so that means that i’m finna’ be nothing less than a remedy/
for these negative energies that you hear in the industry/
come with me and take two pennies of my thoughts…/
dumb it down, or they won’t listen to me/
spit these hieroglyphs and create my own history/
…eye appear amidst a whole bunch of controversy/
praying that the rhymes that i write won’t haunt me when i’m thirty/
thirsting for some peace of mind, while they’re hating on my jewelry/
so who are you? what’s your name? who am i preaching to?/
i’m kevin1100 and i guess it’s nice to meet you too/
…won’t let my rhymes get monotonous/
i’ll grow your mind, but, no, i’m not a botanist/
planting seeds beneath your hair, prepare you for apocalypse/
at least the smartest populous, cause they’re the ones that’s bopping this/
yep! the smartest populous/
prime time for money, so with mine i’ll be the optimist/
that’s why they make pockets, dog, i got to fit a knot in this/
even when the market’s down, i stay on top of shopping list/
number one reason why my wallet hippopotamus/
i’m putting in the work, that’s why i graduate from colleges/
so read between the lines and you can see where all the knowledge is/
i’m rocking this/
who’s stopping this?/
lame rappers trying to a bite, and ya’ll gon’ make me put my jock in this/
ya’ll the reason i’m harder than these filthy stinking moderates/
so learn a lot from me and see i ain’t your average protestant/
or burn in the sea if it ain’t no worth in bothering/
put nails to my hands if you’re a hating cosmetologist/
pay homage to the grave where they may lay my sarcophagus/
make it a holiday like it’s ‘christmahannawannacuhz’/
the world will fill and k!ll you softly with these empty promises/
and even with binoculars, it’s hard to find the common sense/
listen c-ck swallowers, everything ain’t chocolate/
i know i blow your mind, but ya’ll choking on them sausages/
scary looking busters steady watching how i monster this/
taking on my challengers and turning them into carc-sses/
stay up out our way and let us know that you acknowledge us/
women, salute they shorts like camp anawanna cus/
for bras and draws, we ain’t got the tolerance/
got everybody hollering, but i don’t see the problem/
i been here, and ya’ll the second place colonists/
so don’t be mad at me cause my girl got pocahontas tits/
don’t be mad at me, cause ya’ll still spitting like novices/
and what’s ironic is, my rhymes will never be monotonous/
every single time i’m demonstrating my dominance/
women spreading their legs like their thighs made of condiments/
truth is, to myself is where my time is spent/
i’m kevin1100 and i’m non-anonymous/
n-gg- please!/
…this is skitcha shit, d-o-p…d-o-p-e/

- kevin1100

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