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This is my newest song.. something a bit quicker than the others
2pac rap poet hiphop belo
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Just some poetry n rhymes over beats
Well there's no band.. just me. My style of rap started with my poetry.. I mean I can't even pretend to be a "gangsta" rapper living in Perth, Australia right? Just trying to keep it real, I think people can really feel and relate to what I say. That's all I'm trying to do... Honesty is sometimes embarassing for people but if you can't say how you feel in your music then you're saying nothing...
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Genre
Hip-Hop New School
Charts
Peak #2,917
Peak in subgenre #207
Author
Belo Tha Poet
Rights
Belo Productions 2003
Uploaded
February 21, 2005
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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chorus Put your hands up high move them left and then right Wave the mother fuckas from side to side So we're born and we die, just living our life Forever and a day tryin to reach the sky x2 Lights out, can't sleep cos I'm fearing my death At the table can't eat cos I'm so fucking stressed Bumpin' Fatal that's heat taking two to the chest Because it is what it is, and it's only a test Every corner that I turn's got me watching my back Not knowing which directions they will choose to attack And I'm paranoid, drunk as all fuck, I'm on my back Watching walls spinning, a mind that's just tapped chorus After birth comes happiness, misery, pain Trapped inside the cage, pills numbing my brain Prescriptions help a little but I'm losing my mind And psychologists trip over things that they find All the times that I lied, now thrown back in my face One false move sees us losing the race While we're chased by tomorrow always running from pasts Clinging to love but shit, it aint gonna last chorus Ever wondered where we go when we finally die? Ever wondered bout the truth every time that we lie? Crooked smiles at the life that's passing us by Slipping, sliding and falling, why the hell do we try? Quick stepping to the beat, it's the beat of our hearts Getting faster and faster soon to be torn apart Making starts then it ends and we're losing our friends Collaroration on love but we fake sentiments chorus The sweetest joy next to getting pussy's revenge Kill 'em quick, tortured slow, lemme think, it depends The great white hope, the remedy, the antidote Dressed in all black hold my knife blade at your throat Guilty for the words we speak before we even spoke And laughing at ya suffering like hurt is a joke Payback is a bitch, now you're feeling the wrath A trembling wreck left in the aftermath chorus Check 1, 2, microphone switched on With the speakers turned up and they're playing my song People saying I'm wrong, for the things that I do In pursuing perfection, isolating the truth From the rumours and the lies, fake ass people despised But even if I fail, hell, at least I have tried Staying true to myself sees my enemies envy So just wait to the end mother fucker and then see Bodies are hollow then they're filled up with greed Since conception we're cursed in the womb as a seed Begging please for forgiveness cos I'm changing my ways Looking at pictures and we pray that they'd stayed I'm amazed at the world and the things that go on Terrorism campaigns on the television Warning us to look and report the unusual Got us runnin in circles with the hoops that we jump through Take a bullet and then sue. suffocated by law suits Take a look at the government, evil that men do But its true what they say, we're never truly free Environmentalists chained himself to a tree And I'm joinin the army, maybe think I am crazy But I gotta protect all the ladies and babies Now my vision is hazy from the liquor consumed Life is what you make it from the womb to the tomb chorus Last eight bars of this journey inside The parts of my soul that I'm trying to hide Cloudy eyes they reflect even cloudier skies A mind confused, always full of questions, full of why's? Horse and cart, I'm old fashioned, but with visions of future With the fragments of life held together by sutures And remember the past imitating tomorrow Try to fill it with smiles no more tearshed and sorrow chorus
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