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Wanna be heard (kendrick lamar tribute)
Wanna be heard
wannabes are for the birds
reading between the lines until we see us some words
believe in breathing actions lead to traction with verbs
doin' everything I can't I'm walking paradox first
swerve... swiftly in my 50 quickly crashed the bitch
I'm diggin shorty style, walked up had to ask the bitch
for her number smiled and she gave me 9-1-1
I ask for her name she said "Life, please excuse the pun."
Sunny day when she smile
grey hairs growing, wolves on the prowl
i'll walk the rack of miles
no games, no act of child
but i'm young..this is only worth half my while
you and your crew don't add up to half my style
not cocky but they locked me in a cage I have to wild
look, i been off the hook, in which Heaven has to dial
humble i appreciate,
the things that people like to hate,
like you, you think you like a lake,
like to fight, fight the fright of fate,
your flow is dead-meat on my plate,
i'm ill my mama fed me mace,
fiction but it's half way great
sometimes i seem to exaggerate,
Let it burn like a dragon's face..
everything I write raw i got a better taste
forget the signs the weather make
tribe diverse, race should never taint
the love in your heart is bred with grace
half black, stacks in my hand I read the ace
wait, hold on people I shall demonstrate
how i levitate to skies of better space.
Peace all
To the TOP.... Insha Allah
wannabes are for the birds
reading between the lines until we see us some words
believe in breathing actions lead to traction with verbs
doin' everything I can't I'm walking paradox first
swerve... swiftly in my 50 quickly crashed the bitch
I'm diggin shorty style, walked up had to ask the bitch
for her number smiled and she gave me 9-1-1
I ask for her name she said "Life, please excuse the pun."
Sunny day when she smile
grey hairs growing, wolves on the prowl
i'll walk the rack of miles
no games, no act of child
but i'm young..this is only worth half my while
you and your crew don't add up to half my style
not cocky but they locked me in a cage I have to wild
look, i been off the hook, in which Heaven has to dial
humble i appreciate,
the things that people like to hate,
like you, you think you like a lake,
like to fight, fight the fright of fate,
your flow is dead-meat on my plate,
i'm ill my mama fed me mace,
fiction but it's half way great
sometimes i seem to exaggerate,
Let it burn like a dragon's face..
everything I write raw i got a better taste
forget the signs the weather make
tribe diverse, race should never taint
the love in your heart is bred with grace
half black, stacks in my hand I read the ace
wait, hold on people I shall demonstrate
how i levitate to skies of better space.
Peace all
To the TOP.... Insha Allah
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