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Unsung
by Sxint Chris
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Social media dangerous the biggest trouble shoot
I'm judging no man while they joining them other groups
Taught em what I know and then I left I'm such a substitute
But I left a stain graffiti that's another clue
Hip hop in my blood you see the red smother the bpm
Guided missiles thru the water he a CGN
They always want they credit when the sequels end
Beg for twenty percent and they went two for ten
It sound like Knicks too me
I know some tales from the crypt without the currency
Yo Spitta probably burnt this weed
I'm breaking ice like the glass in emergencies
Plus I'm always rapping with urgency
Work for that master ain't that murder in the first degree
It's a shame nowadays we skip the birds and bees
In this house of Payne without the curiosity
It's in my blood it's itching for me to learn them keys
But that ain't my bread and butter and that's word to Quis
Black lost brothers take my word for keeps
And I hate to see us go out on a burgun sheet
But I understand we really hurt so eat
I understand
You gotta eat cause you gotta get yours
Why can't we get ours
Bad habits I broke it
Ain't it been a minute since you held ya family the closes
The nerve to blame it on covid
That's why I'm concerned bout where my bro is
The weed letting you know I'll help him grow his
Long as the brody focused
Why I gotta settle down
And I'm probably scarred for life I gotta simba sound
It's a joke miseducated, sentenced out
That's why we always pray we never sent him out
Smoke chamber vent clogged that's 'til we simmered down
Only way to speak to God is to go deep inside
The funny is it don't complete ya lies
Don't believe in everything that meets the eye
Even tho they got my number Imma beat the odds
A certain tempo in my soul all beats aside
You gone be tight in that mirror when you meet ya pride
Uh, experience the best teacher
More work and less leisure
I don't mean sweating thru that bland t shirt
The wrong curriculum I ban teachers
The wrong ones light shinning thru the room it's more than one sun dumb dumb
They probably put my story on Unsung
Keep thinking it's one one
And you wouldn't know a chip if you won one
It's out the bag Imma say it til my lungs done
It's a Black State of Mind and I'm the young son
Saint, It's more than one sun
Social media dangerous the biggest trouble shoot
I'm judging no man while they joining them other groups
Taught em what I know and then I left I'm such a substitute
But I left a stain graffiti that's another clue
Hip hop in my blood you see the red smother the bpm
Guided missiles thru the water he a CGN
They always want they credit when the sequels end
Beg for twenty percent and they went two for ten
It sound like Knicks too me
I know some tales from the crypt without the currency
Yo Spitta probably burnt this weed
I'm breaking ice like the glass in emergencies
Plus I'm always rapping with urgency
Work for that master ain't that murder in the first degree
It's a shame nowadays we skip the birds and bees
In this house of Payne without the curiosity
It's in my blood it's itching for me to learn them keys
But that ain't my bread and butter and that's word to Quis
Black lost brothers take my word for keeps
And I hate to see us go out on a burgun sheet
But I understand we really hurt so eat
I understand
You gotta eat cause you gotta get yours
Why can't we get ours
Bad habits I broke it
Ain't it been a minute since you held ya family the closes
The nerve to blame it on covid
That's why I'm concerned bout where my bro is
The weed letting you know I'll help him grow his
Long as the brody focused
Why I gotta settle down
And I'm probably scarred for life I gotta simba sound
It's a joke miseducated, sentenced out
That's why we always pray we never sent him out
Smoke chamber vent clogged that's 'til we simmered down
Only way to speak to God is to go deep inside
The funny is it don't complete ya lies
Don't believe in everything that meets the eye
Even tho they got my number Imma beat the odds
A certain tempo in my soul all beats aside
You gone be tight in that mirror when you meet ya pride
Uh, experience the best teacher
More work and less leisure
I don't mean sweating thru that bland t shirt
The wrong curriculum I ban teachers
The wrong ones light shinning thru the room it's more than one sun dumb dumb
They probably put my story on Unsung
Keep thinking it's one one
And you wouldn't know a chip if you won one
It's out the bag Imma say it til my lungs done
It's a Black State of Mind and I'm the young son
Saint, It's more than one sun
