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bara blaque – the feeling lyrics

the future’s here throw a k in the air
if it’s crystal clear and you see it
if you present you got to feel it
if you hear one thing that appear to be real
to you, please repeat it and speak it and preach it
to all of your people wherever streets lit
share it, you in the presence of a realist
presenting to you all the realest – i’m not fearless
i just fear less. my heart is freezing, if i see son
he getting seasoned any season forget the reason
i won’t hear reason all the doubters in my past
are past believing even enemies won’t p-ss
the chance to p-ss me reefer now they hear him
blaring through their speakers a n-gga blessed
like i get my bags of gr-ss fresh from eden
bless the fresh this the fellowship of the realness
give a f-ck about all your feelings unless you feel this
or i feel it’s something i feel is appealing enough
to make me better or teach me i’m hanging high
off a helix grinding at the back of my mind
i’m laughing inside finding it hard to answer why
these rappers find rhyming so tedious
exterior boys are not smiling we eating
chunks of your favourite rapper flying as
i’m picking my t–th and talking with food
in my mouth, spitting and coughing giving
shout outs look at me when i’m speaking
should really be more distinguished
i told you before i’m just an african boy
born in london, england, business meetings
how i’m spending my london evenings
i can’t believe it this rap sh-t i breathe it speak it
and leak it motherf-cker i bleed it
only god knows what the future holds
for kuda but if i’m judged on flows just know
that it’s adios to those who spitting
claim to be compet-tion f-cking listen
none of you coming close before they cure
my sickness they’ll solve gods genetic code
construct an antidote for aids and the common cold
probably even comatose or die command these prose
with such a professional approach, my mama hate i smoke
but she don’t know the toll of the game of thrones her baby boy chose
my turn to roll the die before i die expose these folks
for lesser quotes low behold best spoken bara b spoke
fine suits with the weed smoke on the d-low
your b-tch loving the d, ho
coming over to receive strokes
so smokey in here she swear that she see ghosts
know koup don’t love but she loving us
swear the trio puro dope
my reply
like no surprise b-tch, yeah we know

then i’m back on the road
all alone on the road
convo between i and me
like that scene in the café where de niro and pacino meet
i’m trying to say my mind on heat time to be what i’m
meant to be my niccuh tokyo like he can hear the growth
but we both know i’m nowhere close to a youngns peak
this is just a young king’s speech, listen to a young king speak

product of mixed environments
focusing on my craft working harder
since the time we in n0body seems to be hiring
it’s hard enough your pride is being tested
you vexed with your blessings you thinking
of all the things to be blessed with why the f is
there got to be a mic involved
jordan jackson or myers
locked in the booth with a mic and a half a dozen rottweilers
ready to bite ya if you slip your lines up
growing violent as i pile up, my lines electrifying
hair at the back of my neck rising i’m so excited
this is the perfect climate for a n-gga to climb in
and slip and slide some rhymes in, not even bias
with my sh-t and still feel that i’m the nicest
don’t like it then you can try this nine-inch
you p-ssy’s far from the tightest
i’m not that far from the t-tle
bar for bar i go michael tyson with no biting
i lecture lecter in a den of lions was told by a psychic
i had a gifted mind and decided to weaponise it
it’s best that you recognize this west african
mad messiah interested rates getting higher
and don’t be stupid it’s the koup, b-tch
sell us bullsh-t don’t try it
we know the prices i’m gidi i’m stingy
you’ll know i’ll price it
you can’t appraise my sh-t praise my sh-t
you its priceless i see a b-tch that i like
i win own and ride her tip toe beside her
that b-tch stole, i winona ryder ma
you know i’m fire ma
you don’t believe in me
then you can suck my big black
………..

- bara blaque lyrics

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