lirik lagu hoodboynvrleft – i write what i like (iwwil)
[verse]
19 rappin’ like i’m pac’s age
turn the game into an abattoir
the time i activate the pen pressure
n~ggas call me tk i add the o
mikey tyson on these rappers
difference is i don’t bite
im might
i only serve light
a walking bible
all i do is preach a black mind
liberation on a high note
dream big , execute & you can never
buy a book & read on how to get rich
where’s vision?
n~ggas in the hood scream & blame it on the country
i blame it on lack of drеaming say we
throw a party
you’d swear thesе people are allergic to sobriety
today’s tragedy tomorrow’s memory no fate detected
im only little cause the x missing
i found it
minds fuse ark build the replica is noah
give us the land back we fine with all these compensations
but desperation got a black child luring closer
author verses from my soul fantasising me & biko chowing midday cud on some bacardi oh my!
an amateur , but when i utter words you might like
my shawdy so concerned she think i’m ballin like mike
the way i do these verses got you thinking i’m christ
i incise the hidden scriptures & align the paradigm
you barely make it rapping cause you mimic other rappers that you think you will surpass & all that got you one footed
paint pictures vivid ’nough to see your death footage
man workin hard ain’t never gon hurt
it has the benefits & n~ggas all be lacking it
& i present myself to revoke the lack of dreaming bigger
lack of chasing the figures
tell you to close your eyes open them & look to the stars
tell them you comin hope they ready as you shootin for heights
when all your peers & your enemies all do it for likes
tell you to mize & work hard
endure the pain , hide the scars & give these people a smile
they cannot stop what they don’t know make em see the result
dont wanna see a black folk struggle having no hope
cause of the critics they receive from people having no hope
im not that perfect i know
but i can tell you what you doin wrong seems you don’t know
call me a priest with a demon cherry top on the low
workin hard for my brothers the focus all on the dough
put the ‘nut’ as a suffix the inner circle my world
they said im fake to the game i told em im good on my own
tables turn but no in vain i came here world on my own
i cannot rap & im a hoe i heared it all but im on
im going hard i don’t foe
don’t tell me bout madiba n~gga
i be screaming out biko
& i be rappin like i’m bigger
guess it jus my demeanor
a middle finger to my demon
always kickin’ deeper
& i be .. incising raps till we get figures
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