Braille - The IV (Feat. Rob Swift) | Текст песни

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• The IV (Feat. Rob Swift)

Lyricism don’t sell no more / that’s what they say but I just ignore it /
I won’t forfeit, I push forward, the forth record / this is a force to be reckoned with /
I’m like a wrecking ball, tearing down the wall /
Kick open the door when I step to the bass drum /
Passion in my lungs, spit till my face is numb /
Worldwide, but I’ll never forget where I came from /
I’m going long distance, with short circuits /
I’ll leave behind more money, for more purpose /
Heard you ever heard an MC like this? /
I tell it how I see it like an eyewitness /
Then I broadcast all the true facts /
12 years in the game, walking a narrow path /
Climbing uphill, this is dedication /
Constantly elevation, bringing the medication /
You didn’t know you could be the IV did you? /
The solution to the social issues is you /
It’s me to, if you have the ability /
To respond, then it’s your responsibility /
Excuses are useless, the truth is – it takes more then music /
To bring forth improvement to this /
Jungles of concrete, the streets are john blaze (hot) /
The beats rotate on plates (turntables), I speak FAITH /
Over the most hopeless circumstances /
Advance with, perseverance and stay focused /
Take notice, the tapes rolling – smile for the camera /
High caliber, mark your calendar /
Revolutionary lyricism flowing poetic /
The dialect you’d expect from my genetic inheritance /
Confidence and arrogance are opposites, I’m offering /
Concoctions of hotness, rescue the hostage /
Hostile with hot styles in piles and piles /
Travel many miles to arrive RIGHT HERE /
And survive through the torture and treachery /
I battle principalities with spiritual weaponry /
My technique, pose threats like four techs (guns) – I blow sets / Explosive, I’m on deck, it’s CODE RED / I touch your brain through your forehead with forceps / Squeeze minds instead of triggers, I’m on a mission / Fully automatic, with phonographic static / Opponents mad at it take them out like bad habits / Savage on tracks with milliliters of spit / That blast faster the gats (guns) or millimeters with clips / You feel the beat when it hits cause Marco Polo did it / My only limit is the flesh but my souls infinite / Eternal life and internal peace / I was infected with sin but I found THE IV /

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