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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 full'a luxuries, three course meals meanwhile we for 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
