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I Breathe Rap
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Kerser
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Can you feel that? I call this real rap The medicine for any kid who don't know where his meals at Probably ask him five years why you deal lad Flick his paper, grab the satty bag as he seals that Cold world I'ma do my best to warm you up Streets are crazy on the daily, better warn a cunt Not political political so distant To where I grew up you probably heard about the district Call it different, heated like a summers day My rays burn, make a hater f*ckin' run away Till my dying day, I'ma stay high mate Running down a highway, find me in a driveway Bottle of the Jack Black, who you trying to rap at? I'ma try get my head straight but I back track Every time I think I'ma try not to sink Drive to the brink, high lightin' a spliff wish Shit changed but in ways it stayed the same To this day play the game, try to maintain but the fame Does my f*ckin' head in I ain't used to it yet Yeah, I used to respect, you knew what I said But these days I'm not sure if you relate If you knew my fate true you'd be a mate Anyone would 'cause I'm destined for greatness Talking about Oz, I'm the best, I can say this I live this life, this is my time This is my mic right in the bright light Everyday I breathe rap, feedback, I don't need that Driving with my seat back, puffing on a weed patch Don't tell me how to live When there's a thousand kids, high vibed to the sound of this I drop this here and they feeling free Feel free till I die, I bet they feeling me This is f*cked man I'm tensing it up Can't believe I'm halfway through and I ain't mentioned a drug Does that mean I'm cleaning up? Is my life on a new road? Soon as I turn the mic on it's like you know And you know I'm your voice in f*cking many ways That's why you listen getting blazed on your wedding day Your girl she's a fan too she know I'm the real deal Walking down the street spinning out cos I feel ill Sick of all these people acting nice cos I spit rhymes Can't I sit back getting high and just live life? Not the fans cos the fans are my whole life I mean the people being nice expecting I'm a goldmine They ain't gonna get shit but a f*ck you Too many people needing favours I ain't up too Let me get away imma do my best to relax As long as when I go they remember these facts I live this life, this is my time This is my mic right in the bright light Everyday I breathe rap, feedback, I don't need that Driving with my seat back, puffing on a weed patch Don't tell me how to live When there's a thousand kids, high vibed to the sound of this I drop this here and they feeling free Feel free till I die, I bet they feeling me Another world getting cold, I'ma bring the heat Hoping I am still here, will you even miss me? Real rap, straight facts and that's that The king talks, you're not allowed to backchat Another world getting cold, I'ma bring the heat Hoping I am still here, will you even miss me? Real rap, straight facts and that's that The king talks, you're not allowed to backchat
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