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Lyrics
verse one(zarrar):
Half the rap out now is pornocore
Women acting like whores
hornier than bulls
But i'm the matador
And I batter doors
That block the people that are poor
from accumulating wealth
I spit the fire
That's been fuming in myself
For the tired worker with no fooding on her shelf.
or cabinet
language is my gift
so i rap it
for the gonor on the corner whose trappin
Who's doing what has the white folks laughin
My flow comes from a faucet
It's easy to tap it
But sometimes i can't stop it.
It's like a dirty cop it,
Yells at me until i surrender
And even when I do it over takes me like i didn't
such a public defender
If the competition is to overfake me then you win it
The flame that makes my brain go insane until i use pen to stop pain
Poverty lit it.
Freedom- We won't stop until we get it!
verse two(sandman):
i could feel da pain in them words,
hommie zar's grabbed da thang by da girth,
now sandman on this verse, aint standin by wat i heard,
like a collonial curse, see them people sleepin in da dirt, wakin up wid da sun scorchin dead in thr eyes as they realize tht it wasnt a dream tht they got a shitty life and tht people dnt hear'em cry, coz they're too busy ta vie fo an extravagant life full'a luxuries, three course meals meanwhile we got three year olds draggin trees ta create a fire ta keep'em frm cold, longin ta hold their folks who cudnt b home at nights workin since the break of da day till it aint tht bright and i might say this tht we need'a fight this plight till freedom indeed, from da gaps'a society ta people bleedin skin deep
