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Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yay Ayy, ay-yeah-yeah Ayy, ayy Ayy I'd keep a secret, but I'm honest If I ever go and leak it, may reactors go atomic over me Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't believe in nothing solid But if we are trapped in here, I hope that we go supersonic when we think Yeah-yeah I kept my promise to the streets (Streets, streets, streets, streets) I kept my promise to the streets (Streets, streets, streets, streets) I kept my promise to thе streets (Streets, streets, streets, streets) To develop myself in a finе way Life is a sine wave, Einstein mind in this time-space When they try to keep, you gotta climb gates Escape from a city that's defined by crime rate Design traits that minimize the grind Then divide on your mind's states Find breaks, gaps to recline safe Resign a sign and rewind tapes Get your line straight, recite it all right Even if you gotta do it in nine takes Be centered, remember where the mind's placed Letras de cancionesHow many more runners can the shrines take? The ground don't know how the wine taste When do niggas know to stop buying cakes? Yeah I'd keep a secret, but I'm honest If I ever go and leak it, maybe I'd just go atomic over me Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't believe in nothing smaller But if we will try to heal, I hope we go supersonic when we leave Yeah-yeah I kept my promise to the streets (Streets, streets, streets, streets) I kept my promise to the streets (Streets, streets, streets, streets) I kept my promise to the streets (Streets, streets, streets, streets) To see my vampires in the sunlight To look my eye, right in the suns And bring all my knives to the gunfights One life, live a hundred ways But never break it down like gum bites If done right, you'll be unliked, but you'll be unlike When you gotta run where snares on the drum type Where they hung whites, psych Where they hung blacks Even hung like a black life is a batch, don't come twice You could light a fire with a thumb swipe but you need a lighter If you got the motion, but none of the components Then it's karaoke and it don't really matter if it's sung nice (Oh, woah) I'd keep a secret, but I'm honest If I ever go and leak it, maybe I'd just go atomic over me Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't believe in nothing smaller But if we will try to heal, I hope we go supersonic when we leave Yeah-yeah I kept my promise to the streets (I kept my promise) I kept my promise to the streets (Woah, woah) I kept my promise to the streets Cross my heart and I hope to, cross my arm when I Osu Add a little dollop of Dali, then sell it all out at the O2 Computers ain't got no souls, but I be giving da'wah to the Pro Tools Gotta control all your trolls, don't sulk and soak in your socials Let the punches break like Goju, went from fish sticks to Nobu I ain't afraid of no ghosts, sticks still pick up fish like the old you Bibimbap with the soju, Food & Liquor, that's Domu Stand behind me like Jojo, spirit bomb when I show you Molotov cocktail, Goku, bottlin' up what I go through Westside Chicago, Lu', Lu', Lu', Lu' (Lu', Lu', Lu', Lu') This school here, I— I feel, in our martial art adventures We— We sorta like, bring our history, our culture You know, into— to our environment of the martial arts We— you know, our pain, our suffering as a people It's all in here, you see So that's why we try to, like the army says "Be the best that you can be" We— We try to be the best of— of artists that we can be So the arts to me is— is a, uh, is a— is a thing of, uh, upliftment It— It exhilarates me and it makes me It makes me become actually who I am You know, I'm a warrior in spirit and I'm a fighter for my people And I cannot be a fighter and a warrior For my people if I did not, uh, condition, train and condition myself From Letras Mania