Correction Paroles Rhymes To The East par Sampa The Great

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[Swahili Tanzanian dialect]
As your enemies gather to plan your downfall and setbacks
God shall confuse and dismiss them in seven directions
You shall be blessed seven times more until the blessed call you blessed

Bone crushing, I'm sweating, oh my God
I'm in a game and I just found that I used all nine lives
I paid the price and now I'm feeling I don't own my bars
If they announce it in the news, you don't know my number
So please peace nah, phone sitting in the arena
All black faces, they gone figure who we are
Underground railroad, trials and troubles too
We gone build these pyramids right up of under you
Run the game and paving way for passion and paining
I just want my soul, you just entertainment
So I enter training for that inter changing
I'mma sell you hope, you gon' enter trading
High pretty, blind city, sigh pity
With the flashing lights in check, add some zeros to the cheque
'Cause I'm bleeding bloody rhythms on this beat right here
Bloody blurry baby visions on this beat right here
Replications are impossible, truth is like the gospel
But I'm hardly pentecostal on this beat right here

Black vocals, black t-shirt
Docs, jeans and a choker
I hardly do flush but I'mma flash my vocals
I hardly do magic but that black girl kosher
I'mma pray for this beat before I kill them culture vultures

I'm not going to fall (Ish not petite)
Play me small (Ish not petite)
Lose my soul (Ish not petite)
Be scared no more (Ish not petite)
We've been here all day, I said yes all day
And I ain't gonna waste my strength standing here all day
You know we here okay
Rhymes to the East

Rhymes beast, motherf*cker
Tembo from the East put the beast in a trucker
Timbuktu, as I question all the loyalty
Build a big wall when you stole all of the royalties
Trash, it's what you know you don't know
The level of the brain that you're told you can't go
The level of insane that you're told you can't show
The level of insane that they're sure that I know
Four million spans ago, a waste man
Told me of the limits he thinks that I am
I've moved mountains, know that I can
I've healed souls, I know that I am
I bleed bled blood but I breathe bad blood
Badabing breath blood but I bring black back
Blessed, blow a breeze through my chest
Blessed, and before I forget

Black vocals, black t-shirt
Docs, jeans and a choker
I hardly do flash but I'mma flash my vocals
I hardly do magic but that black girl kosher
I'mma pray for this beat before I kill them culture vultures
I'm not going to

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