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You will need find your passion. Many of you have already done it, many of you will later, many of you may take to your thirties or forties, but don't give up on finding it. Right, then all you are doing is waiting for the reaper. Find your passion and follow it. And if there is anything that I have learned in life, you will not find that passion in things. And you will not find that passion in money. Because the more things and the more money you have, the more you will just look around and use that as the metric — and there will always be someone with more Who I be is the super MC, run up on a group of MCs Rappin' all rudimentary, like stupid MD Head of Valley girls full of jealousy But I see through the envy I be shootin' for the stars, never shootin' the breeze When you chase what you want, you run past what you need Hear the call of the Lord, start fallin' to your knees And the families be immortal like the dew on the leaves Yup, every rhyme got a reason You need me like your mama need Jesus Murder rap from the words that I rap Treatin' rappers like celebrity news, got 'em leakin' Malcolm said I may complain so the deep shit Is spoon fed to you with the flow if you're peepin' So wavy with the flow, got 'em seasick Acquirin' miles, wanna know what's the secret They all devil warship except the reverend You keep makin' that excuse but remember this You feel better 'bout your own failure When you think success is based on Illuminati membership Fuck the money, that's my new fuckin' attitude This the Earth, wind and fire, this gratitude Whether in paradise or ghetto avenues I stay inspired by my longitude and latitude Letras de cancionesRecordin' in the rainforest in Puerto Rico Climbin' up the Dust River Falls in Ocean Rio Joey made this beat in the Trump Tower Fire like gunpowder, finna light it up cause the blunt's sour Revolutionary People's Party Evolutionary, we so godly Still at the strip club with Nico When he pull his hair back, we call him Nico Suave We the people's champ like my top of the year tour From K Valentine to jessica Care moore Nico Is to fuckin' with Cory Mo GQ, Rapsody to Hi-Lo This the good ship [?], Jamla the damn squad Colors of the color to toast in the dancehall They call me the solution to problem I can't solve So get off that bullshit and get on your damn job Get on your job, nigga Get on your job, nigga Get on your job, nigga Come on We be workin' damn hard We pullin' the damn cards like you're puttin' your hands up We're stand up individuals Fuck respectability, we ain't pullin' our pants up We plugged in the lamppost, never duckin' no damn folks We ain't bucking like Sambo's, to fuck with our damn clothes Hoes fascinated by the fashion statement Yet you masqueradin' as a rap crusader I know you a hater, player I'm concentrated on the facts and data That-a-way I've been my favorite 'Til there's no debatin' who's the greatest rapper Always ready for the battle, no fear factor RIP PH, we shed a tear after hearin' that we lost a gladiator What a real rapper Spittin' bars in the cypher in the hereafter I'm in artist mode Writer then before, I'm a writer at the core But let me get it off on stage and I prove That I'm tighter than a moor, invite him to the war The truth about trust is We motivated by the rewards, no one's above this So by that logic we're monsters in the makin' And seekin' justice is really some persevation You don't trust what you can't see? You don't trust what you can't touch? Then how do you explain love? You don't trust what you can't see? You don't trust what you can't touch? Then how do you explain love? Quem quis me ferir Ficou assim Não aprendeu perdoar (...) From Letras Mania