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Ipari Park

Album cover art for "Ipari Park" by MIKE & Klein

MIKE & Klein - Rap, Conscious Rap

Ipari Park

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December 21, 2022.

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[Intro: Klein] Shiela either If I got your greed, yeah I would never leave ya Even though it's closure Shiela, won't ya Catch another greed, yeah I will never leave ya Even though it's closure Shiela either If I got your greed, yeah I will never leave ya Even though it's closure Shiela, won't ya Catch another greed, yeah [Verse 1: MIKE] They gon' judge me off my limp and my strong face We on but we really came from shit, such a long way Ain't nobody gave me hints it was gonе change My thoughts and my spirit Too convinced of thesе false chains That ain't a nigga I could call gang Dog, we 'on't really know your lyrics like LeBron James Me and momma gettin' nearer when we on stage Darkness in the mirror getting clearer, so I spark flames I'm the heart, the leader of the arcane Stuck in that apartment, still thinking when the harm came I try to keep it G and learn the hard way Sometimes you low-key gotta be deceiving like the art game For them niggas tryna reach, watch they arm break It's beef, they gon' startle and freeze like parfait I'm still standin' through debris with the scarred cape Aziz, how I'm handlin' the grief in this large brain Tryna find somewhere to bleed in this shark tank Niggas tried to help you eat, why you start hating, sleeze Talkin' 'bout a deed you ain't partake in Karma do it to you free, she 'on't charge Nathan' [Interlude: MIKE] She don't charge Nathan' Talkin' bout deed you ain't partake in Do it to you free, she don't charge Nathan' [Verse 2: MIKE] Ruthless since a teen but still ma's favorite Know I grew up in these streets, where the calm cave in I'ma pull you with this speech, let the palms take it By the palms baking You know I burn a lot, the reason for the strong fragrance You can learn a lot from bein' in the wrong places I ain't turn to God or Jesus when they called Satan I'ma walk patient, livin' in the heat with my thoughts racin' Hard to feel like we at peace when we ain't talk in ages Can't control me with the breesh, so they start hatin' Always goin' with my feet on the hard pavement [Outro: Cindy Bonema] Hey bro, um— I hope all is well! Just checking up on you It's weird 'cause it's—

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