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l.o.m.d - 2013 كلمات الأغنية

i’m just another young brother with rhymes, hoping to perfect my craft in due time
so i can perform for thousands of fans and there’s another few hundred waiting outside
throwing up the lomd signs, stunning the crowds call it that 3-1-6
i’m pulling out the city in the nicest whip, show up in the city perform with my boy hicks
what am i saying, i’m playing, field day-ing, basically lomd team is cl-ssy
freddie bl-ssie you playing l-ssie, don’t ever gas me
i’ll cut you off the top because you slept on me nappy
everything i need is in the bars, a dude sound like the moo
i got one mic for christmas, so i’m setting off 33 shots, 27 for your crew, and 6 towards you
unless they come with the suu, if you looking down on me biggie that was for you
how come no one caught on to the black cat in the knight for extortion?
how come republicans said yes to rape but no to the abortions?
how come every time i type it feels like the keys are scorching?
i’m on that new era business and i don’t mean the clothes
so why don’t you take a trip down to meet me at the end of the yellow brick road
we ushering in a new season of life, who wanna star in my episodes

i woke up this morning next to this girl, i think it’s safe to say last night i rocked her world
whispered in her and made her toes curl yelling where momma at earthquake
made the room do ballet, twirl and swirl
blew on her curls, trees blowing and i noticed this ain’t no ordinary girl
looking into her eyes i saw the truth unfurl
thinking to myself freeman (breathe) the world
ok i rep that l.o.m.d but throw shout outs to mic city over everything
and joejas like you did goldie i’m gon spaz
n.e.r.d that t-tle is as revoked as shyne’s west coast p-ss
if hip-hop had a cl-ss i would be columbine and you would be kobe on the west coast, don’t p-ss
well you don’t score either i don’t know but you ain’t pro
not materialistic but yeah i dream about bankrolls and stacks gone manute bol
but it’s about the soul, labels been controlling the systems of who gets a listen
it’s kinda scary but i ain’t selling out cole and kendrick didn’t then again results may vary
i’ve been told i’m only good for the penitentiary or the cemetery
funny because i’m finally having cats showing me love like it was february
heading to the top, eyes on being legendary
they throwing flags because my roughness on the mic is unneccesary

intellectual, one day these decibels will equals decimals
even if you skeptical, i’ll have tears falling out your retinal
i call it the lomd but only like three repping though
oh well i’m gone sell, till i sail and get stopped by a whale asking for autographs
ok i admit that i’m crazy, but you will never persuade me to quit the rap game
i don’t care about money and fame
well sure it’d be nice to have the newest fashions, and for y’all to know my name
but if y’all don’t get the message, then i’ll just be an aberration of what i shoulda became
if a chick spreads it open should i just get inside and bang
think about the burn that could happen, and the pain
i wish cats would think outside their drawers and her bras
they say freeman you lying because you ain’t had the chance to get it in and her plant her dead
sure i could swim inside and beat it up hammerhead
but i rather keep the magic stick brown instead of alabama red
yeah that’s what i said, this is just me rhyming new year’s day
make a way, make a wish, then we pray

- l o m d

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