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humble the poet – bring it on lyrics

[verse 1: b magic]
cooler than a polar bear’s toenails
keep lines on me like c0ke-heads who blow rails, oh well
we keep it moving and losing in these crooked streets
keep smiling though success is overlooking me
what’s for breakfast, we just let it cook for free
while they keep their hands in my face like booker t
but the only thing that i owe them is my two cents
’cause the rest i spread across my movement
and these rappers be talking about what you spent
shining so much they forget about improvement
we keep moving, cool flow refrigerated
ask these joe’s cause they know that we underrated
looking to the sky, wondering when we gonna make it
lyrics concrete like they written on the pavement
trying to extend my reach like dalsim
i can make ’em m.i.a. like the dolphins

[chorus: noyz, b magic]
you are now tuned into the movement
what’s for breakfast, believe me music
bring it on if you think you can hang
and if not then let us do our thing, do our thing
and you are now tuned in to the latest
the next in line to rhyme, grindin’ for greatness
bring it on if you think you can hang
and if not then let us do our thing, ayy

[verse 2: noyz]
cooler than bobby drake moving on crosby’s skates
navigate through breaks that make your body shake
though i should probably wait, i’m impatient
been pacing till my souls are thin, bracing
for cold weather, and my soul has been placed in the flow
never will i expose the toll taken
because it’s never too much, so when the getting is tough
i get going with the pen in my clutch
the heavens i touch, every time i write this
a singh so fly that they label me a flight risk
but i’m above the clouds, hover with another sound
infinite sk!lls but they try to keep a brother down
but they’ll come around so i don’t sweat it
unforgettable rhymes embedded when i set it
dreaded fist from the north east til the cash crop’s
grown and we’re going for the stars when we blast off

[verse 3: humble the poet]
cooler than summer breeze, produced by static
and it’s laid by the noyz, big dreams like i’m magic
houdini don’t rock a beanie, that’s a crown he done rapped it
our knowledge, it be sick, every element is practiced
loops stay dusty, our waffles they be clean
and our beats are poppin’ fresh, shoutouts to spooks & naveen
our victories are new, so we call our fateh young
it’s a sunny day in malton, guess i’m the only one from
rexdale who’s a bushy bearded bandit
along with babbuvicious, we’re like swishers in your hand man
we rap that dope sh-t, potent, quotient
dividing up the team, it’s like “oh sh-t, dopeness”
flow sick like baagi in my mother tongue
sethi rocks a live set, amazing amandeep kang
ak, ak, ak, ak, f-ck you, there’s no way you hating
we invented that with harman, everything you say is boring
love strictly steele, but rock iron on my wrist
i’m a lion with this sh-t, you just lyin’ with this sh-t, ha
shoutouts to kd in bc, big bills
billionaire balle is the boss, he pays me
believe me music is the movement, who you choosing
and ‘what’s for breakfast’ is the next sh-t, you the food man
dviousmindz, b magic, noyz

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