Dessy Hinds - P.E.nlightenment (Prod. Backpack) | Текст песни

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Yo mic check, mic check
Mic check, it's P.E
The one and only, no other than we
It's Dessy Hinds the IllMindedChild ugh...
I'd like to thank y'all for listening (word, word)
We'd like to thank y'all for sharing this golden era (Thank y'all for sharing this)
Uh, check check (let me get into it though)

[Hook: Dessy Hinds]
Living on the border life
Without the mics probably be bored of life
I imported this life
Trying to make it large like order types
They might want all the rights
To spite me for the wrongs I write
But it's Pro Era nigga, no error, know your warning rights
It's all for the love of the game
I'm really loving this game
Even the sumchins got a love for our name
I'm really loving this game
'Cus at the end of the day
It's nothing but me and the Pro's
Blowin' smoke in your face

[Verse 1: Dessy Hinds]
Got dreams and plus an accurate amount, of stash of heat not yet announced
Still below the grounds of Zero, a honest hero in doubt
Because the sound is on the prowl
Playin' mo' loud throughout the eastern town
Their ain't a member I won't remember to have a feast without
Blowing the speakers out and reefers out
Fuck a teacher's doubt
The higher learnings and higher earning's what I'm seeking out
But y'all ain't listen to this nigga 'till he got vicious
And half the chicks don't want a nigga 'till they see you got bitches
It's understandable my grammar's full of intriguing duality
And plus the studio's EQ could never match the quality
That's shifting in and out of me
Raising past the economies
After my nigga Kirk, told a nigga we're rare commodities
But honestly, I just wanna share some words of wisdom
While getting paid and getting laid like a pimp with some wisdom
Overcoming systems with these definitions plus the expositions
In a expedition while my ex's play the ex-position

[Hook: Dessy Hinds]
Living on the border life
Without the mics probably be bored of life
I imported this life
Trying to make it large like order types
They might want all the rights
To spite me for the wrongs I write
But it's Pro Era nigga, no error, know your warning rights
It's all for the love of the game
I'm really loving this game
Even the sumchins got a love for our name
I'm really, loving this game
'Cus at the end of the day
It's nothing but me and the Pro's
Blowin' smoke in your face

[Verse 2: Dessy Hinds]
It ain't technical knowing tec's could pull
But wrote the text to pull
Trigger's on special foes
Blasting heat, while I stash the heat
Rollin' to studios
Nigga's came up a day early but just a dollar short
Trying to resort to finding resorts with my mind of thoughts
I'm transporting torque when I talk
And spittin' out smoke with exhaust
Vibe to the complexity of a rolling stoner with the source
Live from the The boroughs of New York, home of the BEASTCOAST
And then we did a coastal tour, so what ya'll really want but more?
It's all a game monopolizing for fame is their main objective
Im so directed to the moments where my soul's perfected
And it's not hard to stay in touch, just with the microphone's
'Cus knowing
That's the one and only thing that I could only call on
Without my Pro's to call on, I wouldn't have these flows surfers could fall on
And internet surfers could blog on
My inner circle never had it back to square one
It's like the more light a nigga can see thats lit the more saviors I get

[Hook: Dessy Hinds]
Living on the border life
Without the mics probably be bored of life
I imported this life
Trying to make it large like order types
They might want all the rights
To spite me for the wrongs I write
But it's Pro Era n