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t'swan - freeverse (interlude) كلمات الأغنية

[intro:]
yeah

[verse:]
yo, this beat got me goin’ way back to my roots
i might switch the flow up, but still i be rappin’ the truth
i spaz in the booth, spectacular, they have to salute
i’m p-ssionate, i’m not just rappin’ for loot
but i’d be lyin’ if i said that i don’t need capital too
just never resorted to packin’ a tool
i remember cl-sses that i was barely p-ssin’ in school
i wasn’t dumb, i was just actin’ a fool
my talent distracted me too
plus half of what they taught to us wasn’t actually true
mama was mad cause she knew i wasn’t exhibiting my potential
till i started rippin’ these intrumentals, any tempo
the illest with a pad and a pencil
couple semesters of community college, i never finished
i don’t think my head was in it
was busy tryin’ to spit it how no one ever did it
plus all these people told me i was clever with it
it’s levels to this, so much flame i think the devil is p-ssed
the revolution will be televised
they be tellin’ lies
you not a felon, you ain’t sellin’ pies
not in a gang but you got some bangers
real recognize real, i’m sorry but you look like a stranger
trying to be an entertainer can strain ya
pour your soul out, but never let it drain ya
i remember my shorty totaled her car while i was sleep in the p-ssenger seat and we just got a little banged up
i left with nothin’ but a concussion, could’ve been k!lled
my first time being unconscious, not to mention my head went through the windshield
i woke up and saw my shorty on a stretcher
it’s days like that that got me countin’ my blessings
i feel the pressure, they say don’t let it get the best of you, but why be mediocre?
for all the disrespect i’m about to start checkin’ everybody like a cop that gotta meet a quota
i gotta be a soldier
i’m getting even older than i was when i said the last line
makin’ mad rhymes is my favorite pastime
they say the game’s dead and i say it’s halftime
got them lookin’ up to me, no bat sign
too many jokers but i’m so serious
a lot of things i need to go experience
things i need to show my peers
i was inspired by something every time i wrote a lyric
i see where i wanna be but i ain’t nowhere near it
bold and fearless, i know you feel it, i know you hear it
’cause so much of the game is so generic
it’s at a point where i rarely tell people i’m a rapper when i meet ’em ’cause i’m so embar-ssed
even though it’s a gift i’m supposed to cherish
i put all beats in coffins
i go nuts, my bars speak for all men
be cautious of the haters that wanna take your joy
i can’t be a mumble rapper, i gotta make some noise
until i’m a name that you can’t avoid
it seems the mainstream’s remaining void of artists like me
but once the people hear me i know that they ought to like me
the hip-hop heads and all the hypebeasts
the suckers for the autotune and hype beats
a true mc in the middle of this bafoonery
so i just try to focus on doin’ me
maybe it’s that way of thinking that got community lacking in unity
you was never a fan, don’t try to be cool with me
you got a better chance findin’ a dinosaur
you can’t tell me nothin’, i’m a rap connoisseur
i’m carrying my city so my back is kind of sore
if the sky’s the limit it’s a fact that i’ma sore
they knew that i was something special back in ’94
there’s plethora of reasons that i’m rhymin’ for
it’s the renaissance, we spark the art’s rebirth
when i need to vent i write a freeverse

- tswan

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