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vᵀᴴ (rapper) - thecolorbrown lyrics

(verse 1)
i’m ready to ill whenever
i might just change the weather
the meliodas of the game
the mic; my sacred treasure
beating evil’s my pleasure
for the coin or the leisure
none of y’all can do better
never fallin for pressure
i took a class in all things logical from 3 stacks
now my mind’s adrift with flutes
i wonder where he is at?
latenight with the melody
i holla bring the beat back
i need z pack; so i can sleep
& bring the chi back
i get my balance had to let you know
i really do this thing in public for the love
& never for the show
unless it’s live, you know
that’s when i’m rocking stages
different places, seeing faces
changing sp+ces then i gotta roll
i had to make time to make time

(verse 2)
recalling that one time in the first grade
a box of crayons; a simple teacher
who’s none the wiser
loved jon elway or one them n+ggas
didn’t see the interaction
the satisfaction in telling me
i shouldn’t color brown
what?
i shouldn’t color brown
he told me chill out dude you black
cause f+ck the color brown
i guess he put me in my place
i never made a sound
i wonder why the urge
to bust open his f+ckin face
never occurred
i promise my word
is real solid; i’ve been polished
i’ve real knowledge
i been got it
i send problems
to four corners
scattered like sacred stones
you wish you had all together
to take your sorry ass home
gone
find the delta between me & you
boom
you have something to aspire to, uh
i’m from a city adjacent to hood
from the burbs still i grew up adjacent to hoods
a lot of y’all probably grew up chasing the hood
authenticity is lacking; you fail to be good
yeah that’s a distraction
hate is an action
living a lie cause you vapid & lacking passion
(bridge)
there’s no delay in this travel
we shoulder burdens & grow
you violating by action
stop acting if you don’t know
we see you, lord we can see you
it’s written all on your face
back up before we defeat you
back up before you lose face

(verse 3)
i’ve had a lot of time to build my mental
very calmly draw the scene in pencil
erase that
sweaty palms in public places make me nervous
oh wait, it’s my hands clammy for not a purpose
hate that
i’m all in my bag; i live in my bag
they got me cooped up in this station
cause i’ve been in my bag
with red hands, a dead man
taken from his lands
messing with ronin
i’m breathing & zoning
i’m swinging
i’m slicing
i’m bout to handle
still be rocking sandals
slides or chanclas
whatever your people call em
i’m everywhere the show is callin
every morning ‘for i thank the universe
i kneel like colin
but it’s not a game
it’s a virus & very plain
the people the very same
represent types of chains
forced down upon the brain

- vᵀᴴ rapper lyrics

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