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dagha - love hell or right lyrics

you can’t break me
i keep getting stronger…

[verse: dagha]
the sun shines through the window and it glows in my head
another day in the life, more growth to the dread
i’m making music, shaping youth, and breaking rules and taking choosing
interstates we cruisin’ but i’m never fakin’ movements
who is
trueness
foreplay is the forte
brutus
olive oyl, funky divorcee
jazz loops choke as i focus the scope
it’s not a joke
cleared the throat, took my life and i wrote
therapeutical musical man. reborn twice
when i was out in germany i had a new born life
father in two countries kinda gets me mad
dealt myself a tough hand still not a dead-beat dad
i heard the alb-m was sad, but how could that be?
it’s not genocide or homicide it’s reality
can you relate? for goodness sake, cause the stakes is high
my mom heard “changed locks” and it made her cry
this is a celebration misses without the christmas
the locks stay long like rick james’ extensions
connections
3-6-oh flow dimensions
crooked adolescents they be sleeping on their lessons
i mention
the five-point star with the crescent
endure the devil’s work to leave the soul pure-blessed
my heads on straight and my outlook’s clean
i mean i found my sanity after i lost that dream
but never was off-path, still applied the mathematics
i’m back at it / still hit harder than crack-addicts
no obstruction, my construction conducts through bad static
dj real, on production supports my bad habits
my choice is the word / a voice to be heard’s
a privilege anointing with verbs still moisten a bird
actin’ new when i’ve been doing this since ninety-third…
who are you? / screw reviews from them slimy t-rds
keep it movin, keep it fluent congruent, plus i’m fluid
applicable flew it, drippable sippable when i stew it
fric-ssee stir-fried a recipe when i spray…
the divorce on amazon at 256k
music for the people…
a sequel for all my equals
factor the pins and needles as amus-m-nt in the eq
everything happens to me like it happens to you
my baby girl is now 7 and my little man’s 2
do for self, answer to no one. spend time with the crew
go on tour do it raw for a month and a few
give full support current with my support
the system is for the women slinging mud in the court
false accusations and bringing bud to the sport
took my 6”3’ frame and made it feel really short
and compact like discs. i impact with risks
still intact
i spit facts and stack the chips
won’t dumb down my raps but still pack the hits
and you ain’t even heard jack or the next batch yet
scratch and sniff the surface step in to my circ-mference
surrounded in my square scatting styles in abundance
shadow-boxing with topics without sounding redundant
the universal fam, we like an army of oneness
i’m juicing when i’m flex like a nuisance out of debt
loosen noose around the necks / no excuses no regrets. bet…
i paid the price but hip-hop saved my life
the flavor might ignite just like some ca-jun spice
elusive on the map / stay exclusive on the rap
infusion of wild berries introduced into your snacks
organic eargasms from the corners to the slums
lyrically penicillin make your eardrums c-m
i take a jazzy sample and add some dirty drums
on the 1, in the sun, stick and run with the mic
react like sneaker gels when i’m offered a flight
make up my own rules cause heads ain’t rocking’ it right?

- dagha lyrics

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