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3x16 bars, inget med varann att göra

Vår Hiphop - Lyricism

   

2007-12-05 17:11

3x16 bars, inget med varann att göra

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Ärtor.


I've been denied and retried like it's hard to decide,
looked down on like a hawk born without the birds eye,
been clowned on before reaching the third try, now
I'm losing my wings when you're pulling my strings,
distract you like Saturn and grab my things,
while you're looking for yourself in my lyrical pattern, now
you never accepted me for what I am or what I can be,
so start paying the entrance fee or just download the mp3,
everything was intentionally unlike the first time on LSD, how
couldn't you replant my family tree? was it too hard to just set me free?
oblivious people gathering wanting to solve problems,
but it backfires and then emerges the realization of that they cause them, now
I'm forced to be materialistic, ever since my best friend is a pen,
obviously very linguistic ever since then,
anyway, everyday is a newly painted portray, now
stand around and witness this dynamic display


skrevs faktiskt på fyllan, kan märkas... ;p
lost like a feather in the fresh spring wind,
they erase my signs of life like im just some flesh that thinks,
turn my head the other way (then the society wins),
this goes out to every writer,
that's being harrassed by governmental fighters,
let them throw me their anger,
in this country it's illegal to be seen,
you can do what you want as long as they agree,
fuck the violence monopoly,
and the lawbook cryptology,
undercover asking about ounces,
as soon as we leave our houses,
get surrounded by cars while writing my bars,
left on the sidewalk bleeding from future scars,
empty my pockets? here, lemme give you this middle finger,
for every time you squeezed that trigger



I spit sick shit,
while your girls around my big dick
nothing to lose like a heroin addict
so throw yourselves at it.
the mainstream's disgusting and full of cliches,
I tear you apart and cause dismay,
knock you out before you get a chance to pray.
just stay far away if you sound like they
why do you even spit it's already been done,
is it really that important to get an income?
selling themselves, these guys do everything for money,
saying nothing but that they fuck way more than the easter bunny.
so what if you get to fuck overrated blondes,
with time they'll grow up and look just like their moms.
mainstreamers should convert to Islam,
so grab a bomb, it's in the Koran