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elmwood ave - dot cromwell lyrics

conscious speaking 1:
“and don’t interpret nothing that i’m saying. take my words, very literal….i am very direct when i talk. so if i say, i turned the water on, and it went down the drain. thats exactly what the f-ck it means! cuz this clown is very good at interpreting my words to his own whims and desires”

verse 1:
it’s coming back alive/
the million dollar face with the platinum vibe/
no all jokes aside/
this a trillion dollar flow, godly pen/
anybody know, bet on him/
n-gga we was gone, chasing ends/
making money, not making friends/
sp-cing out, n-gga f-ck whats in/
now you here, you cannot pretend/
cl-ss is in session, my sessions be feeling more like a possession/
you p-ssive aggressive we eat you for breakfast/
some crackers own n-ggas that gave you that necklace/
i feel like my soul free/
i look in the mirror i know me/
now i gotta trade it for camera’s and lights?/
hunger and power thats my appet-te/
f-ck imma do, i done’ filled up my plate gotta sit down and eat/
never retreat till it’s mission complete/
born for the world and i’m earning my keep/
all-nighters in jeeps/
ubers in dc, fares in texas/
they talk to me wreck-less/
they beat and arrest us/
to shoot them’s a death wish, you keep your message/
i’m living in real time/
or face-time, i can’t waste time/
it’s n-ggas up the road, they caught state time/
penitentiary chances cross state lines/
i’m…/
one of one, these n-ggas dumb i mean it’s not as fun now/
zay hit me up, n-gga we not done don’t put the gun down/

hook:
air’n, i’m air’n em out/
air’n/
air’n, i’m air’n em out/
air’n, ugh air’n em out/

conscious speaking 2:
“people keep sending him bullsh-t to rap over. not even so much bullsh-t in the beat sense. but you keep giving him the same style, this..this play around sh-t!”

verse 2:
yo/
real rap i was built for this/
god flow/
n-ggas need stilts for this/
5-0/
probably have me k!ll’t for this/
lot of blood, sweat, tears get spill’t for this/
see a lot of n-ggas down on luck/
i know them kids running down on stuff/
they was babies then/
i wanted 380’s then, mercedes benz/
me and my crazy friends, no crazy ends/
got south philly family, crazy kin/
yea/
sh-t you do never phasing him/
naw/
trap hard every days a win/
cops wanna shoot, ain’t no tase’n him/
they already locked me up, my cuffed in wrist/
everybody on my block done’ caught a case/
last night homeboy caught half a clip/
for’ he cleared half the fence, lost half his face/
d-mn/
where the f-ck to go?/
f-ck you supposed to do when this is all you know?/
how can i be for her with all these hoes?/
how can i stay the same and always grow?/
d-mn/
i’m…/
one of one, these n-ggas dumb i mean it’s not as fun now/
zay hit me up, n-gga we not done don’t put the gun down/

conscious speaking 3:
“that explains why he barely has anything to talk about on most of them songs…why most of his songs are coming out all the same. because of you…you apart of that! you the reason why his music sound like that. i ain’t putting the whole blame on this f-cking clown, cuz he don’t write the raps.”

- dot cromwell lyrics

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