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ShqipUh, sot e ftoht nata
barkin e kom unt edhe kuletat e thata
bling bling pjata thu sot o data
i mush hunt inspirim nuk ka kthim mbrapa
Kur o shansa me bo kel dostin e thirr n'tel
masken edhe del yo Casa De Papel
thu bile sikur Kastro po bi se edhe n'liri kom klastrofobi
i gjuj prej luges kta Fake Frank Lucas
lluni poet jo po Shekspiri rruges
i dhojna gdhendje struktures t'kultures
Mount Rushmore ftyren maje skulptures
mas cdo shkrimi e deshmoj gabim veten,
dyshimin a muj me topirat kangen e vjeter
t'verteten me repovat krejt qa qes n'leter,
e vraj njo shihmi gjuje beaten tjeter.
Njeri i thjesht qe skom desht me ma tesh
e kom preferu me hesht qe kur foli me pas pesh
me deshtim nuk jom ndesh un per loj me fjale mjeshter
sulmoj kta repera sot rima gjuj bresher
Ku po mesum?
Do po shesum qdo dit o replay
per mu bo ma mir po presum
e kuptoj mire luften per mbijetes un,
edhe n'dit me shi n'rrug e maj qirin dhezun
Prej shpis tem kqyri prej dritares tane
dillera,hajna,dollovere osht e njejta pamje
haverat n'rruge premte,shtune,dille,hane
njejten buk e hajne e bojn njoni tjetrin per t'pame
Do e dojn deken,do e shijojn jeten
do me dit ku lindin e abortojn veten
Loyal deri n'dhe komt per toke kryt nalt
Hip Hop my first love
don't stop baby don't stop.
barkin e kom unt edhe kuletat e thata
bling bling pjata thu sot o data
i mush hunt inspirim nuk ka kthim mbrapa
Kur o shansa me bo kel dostin e thirr n'tel
masken edhe del yo Casa De Papel
thu bile sikur Kastro po bi se edhe n'liri kom klastrofobi
i gjuj prej luges kta Fake Frank Lucas
lluni poet jo po Shekspiri rruges
i dhojna gdhendje struktures t'kultures
Mount Rushmore ftyren maje skulptures
mas cdo shkrimi e deshmoj gabim veten,
dyshimin a muj me topirat kangen e vjeter
t'verteten me repovat krejt qa qes n'leter,
e vraj njo shihmi gjuje beaten tjeter.
Njeri i thjesht qe skom desht me ma tesh
e kom preferu me hesht qe kur foli me pas pesh
me deshtim nuk jom ndesh un per loj me fjale mjeshter
sulmoj kta repera sot rima gjuj bresher
Ku po mesum?
Do po shesum qdo dit o replay
per mu bo ma mir po presum
e kuptoj mire luften per mbijetes un,
edhe n'dit me shi n'rrug e maj qirin dhezun
Prej shpis tem kqyri prej dritares tane
dillera,hajna,dollovere osht e njejta pamje
haverat n'rruge premte,shtune,dille,hane
njejten buk e hajne e bojn njoni tjetrin per t'pame
Do e dojn deken,do e shijojn jeten
do me dit ku lindin e abortojn veten
Loyal deri n'dhe komt per toke kryt nalt
Hip Hop my first love
don't stop baby don't stop.
Thoughts
AnglishtUh, tonight it's cold
my stomach’s hungry, wallets dry, no gold
bling bling on the plate, you say it’s the date
I fill their faces, no turning back, it’s fate
When's the chance to shine, I call my bro on the line
put the mask on, step out, like Casa De Papel time
you say you’re Castro but feel trapped in the free
even in freedom, I got claustrophobia in me
I serve ‘em from the spoon, these Fake Frank Lucases
a street poet, not Shakespeare in the bushes
we carve up the structure of culture with rhythm
Mount Rushmore faces—our style is the system
Each verse I write just proves myself wrong,
I doubt if I can top the old song
with truth in my bars, I spit what's real on the page,
if I kill one beat, let’s meet on the next stage
A simple man, never wanted to show off
preferred silence, so when I talk, it goes off
never met defeat—I'm no wordplay rookie
attack these rappers, my rhymes rain like a Uzi
Where we learning?
Some out here selling, on daily replay
trying to be better, we pray
I understand survival mode deep,
even on rainy days, I keep my candle lit in the street
From my home I stare through your window frame
dealers, thieves, hustlers—yeah, all the same
my brothers on the block Friday through Monday
share the same bread and still watch each other the wrong way
Some wish for death, some savor life
some wanna know where they were born and abort their strife
Loyal to the grave, feet down, head high
Hip Hop my first love
don’t stop, baby, don’t stop.
my stomach’s hungry, wallets dry, no gold
bling bling on the plate, you say it’s the date
I fill their faces, no turning back, it’s fate
When's the chance to shine, I call my bro on the line
put the mask on, step out, like Casa De Papel time
you say you’re Castro but feel trapped in the free
even in freedom, I got claustrophobia in me
I serve ‘em from the spoon, these Fake Frank Lucases
a street poet, not Shakespeare in the bushes
we carve up the structure of culture with rhythm
Mount Rushmore faces—our style is the system
Each verse I write just proves myself wrong,
I doubt if I can top the old song
with truth in my bars, I spit what's real on the page,
if I kill one beat, let’s meet on the next stage
A simple man, never wanted to show off
preferred silence, so when I talk, it goes off
never met defeat—I'm no wordplay rookie
attack these rappers, my rhymes rain like a Uzi
Where we learning?
Some out here selling, on daily replay
trying to be better, we pray
I understand survival mode deep,
even on rainy days, I keep my candle lit in the street
From my home I stare through your window frame
dealers, thieves, hustlers—yeah, all the same
my brothers on the block Friday through Monday
share the same bread and still watch each other the wrong way
Some wish for death, some savor life
some wanna know where they were born and abort their strife
Loyal to the grave, feet down, head high
Hip Hop my first love
don’t stop, baby, don’t stop.
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