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mata & must - the name rings a bell كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: mata]
mata! yeah, it certainly does
when hip_hop’s got an image of b_tches and thugs
snitches and drugs, not wisdom and love
only get a [????????]

[verse 2: must]
must! be the case that the passion and the vibe’s got
who’s makin’ tracks for the streets to rely on?
who’s gonna teach all the kids to make their minds strong?
when idols are false, and there’s beats gettin’ lied on

[verse 3: mata]
mata! you’re the mind and spirit inside a lyrical vine
so vivid my lines, i’m grippin’ the mics and givin’
you balmy_headed ridin’ rhythms, slicin’ singers deep on a nimbus
[verse 4: must]
must! be the quest for the dollars and the checks
when you prophets all forgot about the knowledge and respect
busy makin’ profits at their offices and desks
that’s the opposite effect, causin’ politics and stress

[verse 5: mata]
mata! who will come to bless these mics?
the testing times that i’ve survived to keep grime alive
the sharpest minds on hardest spines
gonna back break a sweat until the stars shine

[verse 6: must]
must! we have a culture that’s so damaged and torn
when the next generation’s gettin’ handed the torch
understand when hip_hop’s lookin’ famished and worn
we’re the fam from the storm come to answer your call

[chorus]
mata! a part of everythin’ of you touch
the stars up above make diamonds from dust
must! i’m the reason your feet hit the earth
and still keepin’ you workin’ that need for a purpose
mata! you’re the bull fightin’ rapper
blood red on the chapter, tongue sharp as a dagger
must! i’m that smell of success that you crave
i’m that funk in the crate, got you huntin’ for days
[verse 7: mata]
mata! factory made
the rap of a slave who hammers away to capture a great
a rapper by day, at night i’m the same
a mic in my vein, cut the tail of a snake

[verse 8: must]
who’s gonna put music on the shelf?
and moves well with the truth written well for the youth?
to rebel, while pop music is provin’ itself
that it’s useless as h_ll, it’s abusin’ their health

[verse 9: mata]
mata! it’s that paper_made wizard
who talks to your vision and writes with an image
walks on a mission down alleyways, listenin’
talkin’ to the walls and hatin’ your gimmicks

[verse 10: must]
must! i’m around in the cellars and the bas_m_nts
until we find a way to reach the heavens through the pavement
rip fire and a presence in the faithless
we’re back on the mics like nothin’ ever changes

[verse 11: mata]
mata! you’re the two_legged mutant
whose pen stays lucent from daylight to moonlit
we find true music where it’s all so polluted
by mc’s and rap stars who come across stupid
[verse 12: must]
the spirit keeps with a timeline visitor
who rides on a nimbus, our mind’s eye’s limitless
that sky_high lyricist who partners the infinite
and fills a blind witness to scientist with images

- mata must

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