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Awar & Vanderslice
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Nothin' Left To Say
I pray that this ain't well
Would allow to realize all my premonitions
I try to give a message to a conviction
The way I 've been living
I'm a chef in the kitchen for a better position
The medicine is twisted, I'm trying to let them listen
I inhale mary, rap It's my 2nd religion
It's all blue sky and shade
I'm dying on the land
I'm still In the lion' s cage
Just like in the frying pan
Some say a day granted is a good day
I'm always looking for strength
Earn every breath
Never lost the words
In spite of what the hooker said
From now until I'm set up to the heaven's gates
Could music speak for itself?
Let the record play
Until then I've got nothing left to say
What more can you want to disrespect the game
I leave my footprint in it before I quit and get away
From now until I'm set up to the heaven's gates
Could music speak for itself?
Let the record play
Until then I've got nothing left to say
I'm starting to draw all my conclusions
To make no confusions
Fuck the excuse
I've never been used to lose
It's a cold,cold world
Beware of a frost bite
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Any missed step , you cause the price
Of the laws of life
Me and my boys I'll double cross you twice
Madison Peaks, I'm living all my dreams
And now I'm way on these options
I don't really talk much
I just let my talent speak
From now until I'm set up to the heaven's gates
Could music speak for itself?
Let the record play
Until then I've got nothing left to say
What more can you want to disrespect the game
I leave my footprint in it before I quit and get away
From now until I'm set up to the heaven's gates
Could music speak for itself?
Let the record play
Until then I've got nothing left to say
To make it you only get one shot like a villager
I'm sorry my success got your feelings hurt
You're jealous, insecure, emotions are for the birds
Like I put my city on the map
I'm using my discipline ,vices and virtue
I straight regulated on these mics that I earned through
I look over the Universe through the eyes of a bird
And my senses are urgent
There's always work to do
The music speaks for itself,
You got to check the record
I've got nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
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