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jesse howard – another letter to the rap game lyrics

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i’m sputtering; uttering, not stuttering; other than others when i arrive like kieth sutherland
son of sam i am with mics; gun in hand

gunning and stunning; cram one muttered spam with scan; love of land
smother with other hand
never catch me under, staying
understand, unless it’s formal shutup man

i d-mn near brush off from fluttering, from the shoulders
didn’t stutter; i “strutter”;
“strutter” bam!
“bam-bam” bam; sting like a bee. float like a b-tterfly span and can’t clam. whammy

watch me. a “w”. cluttered hand
watch; “w” on cluttered hand
delete ya sputtered scams
brotha scram. i revrun to shut up men

pray to god for forgiveness from my sins and
ddt with the power of dmc when i stun a man
tougher than leather. d-mn when i flood the land
with other crayons to hover pens; rudder spraying…

my flow
detecting the foes
checking the feaux
stressing the pros

my flow
detecting the foes
checking the feaux
stressing the pros

my flow detecting the chose
hahaha tech to chose

mic check 2, 1, 2 are you there?
shadow box; stun crews; run through
shallow cops policing the airwaves
all stairways are to heaven like airplay

it is a hiphop community
i’ll never give in to creating eulogies either
what are you to me? f-ck pre…
f-ck preclinical spikes. ssssss, sssss. subliminal plights

gawking at these emcees is the price of squawking with peace
heart stopping deceased after plights with no meaningful expression with rapping and hard act is spotted in streets
evolve; caution to peace

i can’t fight the feeling of a beat. there’s nothing you can say to me to win a battle of wits
i don’t waste time on rattles and fits in front of speculation babble is sh-t

rather scramble writtens with it
f-ck dinosaurs who spy no words obstructive to beef
i’m a maniac. i’m expressing myself. expression for mental health
ptsd and other short term memories add up to mental problems. i let go

if you get mad that i ignore the whack smack to scratch that
can feel my past is bad mends
so i’m a mad man i’m trapped. tripping
that after his crashed plans led to my last sentence

so use head to exact repentence
cleanse with sacred words and physical evidence
for family, watchers, insanity, coppers, rockers and showstoppers who hold choppers

scan with third eye;
draw from more than five holy books
no more jive homie look
for example; i backpack couth to the past

thoughts and speeches i have em on when i walk with jesus
scrolls from dead seas and
read leges
hold up, relay this; religious bibles even
issues are ceased with enough clues seepin

- jesse howard lyrics

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