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s4m1 - who i am كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
tired mind, fireflies, dire night, dynamite
fight or flight, find the light, eye to eye, sniper sight
kinda right, bright or white, silent cry, spider bite
give me the mic, i’ll start a fire, ’cause that wasn’t tight, alright?

[verse]
back to scratch as i’ve been living at half pace
albums were minimal cascades
how come this pitiful last phase
was just beginnings and black paint?
i get too cynical, let’s say
i ain’t no typical rap_name
they say i’m mythical and great
i paint each syllable fast_paced
just as i was thinking danish hip_hop was over
i saw that carlos was inventing a depiction of poetry
no extinction, let’s go and see
what affliction is showing me
no one hopes to meet a ghost of me exposing them morally
they don’t even know who i am
so i better go while i can
go ahead and show the mic stand
fire imma hold in my hand
send ’em in, i told all my fans
i’d never have a ghost_writing pen
imma let the better ones get a front_row seat, so i’ll put a probing show in their laps
i must be sick in the head since i can fl!ck such poetic literature and think as i re_vision the dead
it’s a blink and sec
sleeping i read the obituary column for beats
and woke up to see that all my fingers were red
don’t rhyme with vacancy ’cause they can’t see
what’s blatantly a painful scene
but stay and dream, don’t make them speak, they’ll aimlessly
be faking needs impatiently
ashamed to speak, no race complete, they’ll hate your peace
so say your piece!
like a self_portrait: it’s paining me!
i get a sense it’s every sentence i sent ’em
that made ’em senseless and scent less
not attentive in lessons
in what direction should i aim to make affection infectious
and capture listeners’ relentless attention?
it’s never easy when you’re dreamin’ a lot
and find that leisure is sieging every beat you forgot
i know it’s easy to plot
but don’t you see it’s a problem
when the pieces won’t lock?
so you mentally bleed from your gut!
it’s who i am, quite the mastermind
and these are sk!lls that you can’t deny
it’s not fulfilled till i’m satisfied
it’ll last a while like pacifyin’ an angry child
my chance survived, won’t pass the mic
so take me back to the old days
where rap was a pro lane
this pitiful faction has no way
they’ll taste my anger and cold blade
i’ve paid my dues and done my job
don’t make excuses, come along
it’s my dream, my mind, my world
i will stop for no one!

- s4m1

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