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lirik lagu knox hill - over it

[intro]
yeah thank you samad
you didn’t have to put one in the tank before me

[verse 1]
automas to atticas on autobahns, fast like ramadan
the [?] may solemn was, disembody ya in hamadan
while i praise the lord, while you die slowly
you’re my totem on my holy war
enemies and anomies, don’t confuse my confidence
with c~ckiness, i’m c~cking this, you copy this?
don’t [?], my product is the block with politics as big as pac we see the absence, cookie cops who come from holes but writing drops
and those who bother wasting [?] wish you might say
why they think i’m condescending? (huh) these c~nts descending
when your comments mention me, there’s consequences
this holocaust, reading’ art of war while i’m sipping’ molotov’s with these oligarchs of the oval office leave your carcass in a car with karl marx and car exhaust with the windows down smoke your lungs like benihanas, but you wish it was electric but you been amish. i roll the dice, the solider type the psyhco [?] pyro burning my [?] cryptic. i’m sick i spit how quick they think but if you catch my sh~t to be a [?]

[chorus]
i’m over it, made up my mind
can’t waste no time i try but
i’m over it, i’ll be just fine
got to get mine, get like us
i’m over it, made up my mind
can’t waste no time i try but
i’m over it, i’ll be just fine
got to get mine, get like us
[verse 2]
[? ], tap to maps your antics count the steps on how you act, track you trace you track you, face the facts [?] and every move you make is now sold, every single like is now gold. thinking you online but you controlled, even when we hanging up the phone they’re still listening, now every screen is a prison we tricked to addiction. terrorisms, missinformation they bend their hatred and they don’t know what is sacred they bait with related cases they played you and made you say it now you’re arguing their [?] with bots to their faces and an algorithm that changes, it ain’t real
how am i supposed to plead for help? there’s no deal, this cold meal is from home mailed [?] sk!lls for pills and still sell ’em, can’t dose hill. i’ve been sick with quills since i’m feather wait, now i’m heavy with the weight

[verse 3]
f~ck all of this back~and~forth pack ’em off back before [?], feeling the pressure amount, this mountain i had to map a course
i had to grab the source i had to assess and press myself and selfishly gravitate to a massive torch, my scorching the competition and contradictions only push me harder to harvest and follow my own convictions, known for lyrics but passion is what they fly to i expose my soul if it’s soiled don’t let it just rot trough, god bless the rapper that actually tries to test a lot you talk though online but you hide behind your desktop, autonomous because your comments are anonymous, common sense to tell me you’re jealous, that’s when the texts stop. living the far, spitting you’re giving your lyrics a sp~rs~ i wasn’t digging and digging them up for the rappers who really ain’t living their art, giving it all and i never pretend straight from the soul and i never depend on any person for profit i only live off what i’ve earned until i ascend

- lirik lagu knox hill

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