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Interlúdio

Album cover art for "Interlúdio" by M-Dot

M-Dot - Rap

Interlúdio

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December 4, 2018.

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Welcome to my story Chapter 1 quest for the glory This new rap shit been real boring Esketit gummo Gucci touring So much pressure its choking me Blood running cold in me Wifey be stroking me Good weed be smoking me Left momentarily Had to get focused see Come back a better me Spiritually vocally Like a beast woke inside of me The monster from the south of east Coast Miami that sub Same monster I used to be Done Returned and evoking me This that hocus pocus preach This that Magic meets the heat I been ballin alone since 2013 I travelled the world I learned some new things I would say ive grown up but I lack maturity Lost my manners since I lost purity Run up in yo shit better call security Can't be held down Ain't no obscuring me I'm at niggas neck better take me seriously Been studying rap man I listen curiously I found my own lane Moving fast and furiously Won't stop Til my family living luxuriously Shout out to my bloodlineeeee The fam stay on the steady grind Get yours and I get minessssss May fall off but we stay prime We ain't tryna serve no timeeeee So we stay out them streets and don't do no crime Using our minds We just just tryna shine Make the stars align With some beat and rhymes [Fast Forwards] And so it begins I'm raising up hell And absolving your sins I'm going to war My weapon of choice A black ball point pen And as draw out these pictures of pain Please hear me out I'm giving free game help you make gains give you some clout Aim for the stars don't worry what doubters be talking about Pray for a change Play yo own game stay in yo lane run yo own Route I'm making it rain wash away pain ending the Drought Smoke free at the moment but my music components keep me in the Clouds [Fast Forwards] Ready for battle with the darkness that's keeping my people in Shroud We no longer chattel we no longer rattled we run in the house Song our spirituals loud we no longer bow how masa feel Now Tryna own them plantations take back this nation we want it all now Farrakhan when I'm speaking telekenesis I'm moving the Crowd I done jumped off the bleachers my people need this to get off the Ground We be fighting and bleeding sweating and grieving till the very last Round Pitching this game making my name I'm up on the Mound

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  • Marcellis