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house nigga - freestyle - luca brazi lyrics

[luca brazi]

these money grubbin suckers softer than some couch seats
talking bout if it ain’t bout money it ain’t bout me
if he all about a dollar than i doubt he
would bother being faithful if you give him enough paper
he a snitch, house n*gga
you are real because you have a handgun how you figure?
here we separate all the creators from the k!llers
because even an orangutan can bang a f*cking trigger
get your mind right
get your grind tight but where your head at?
they hear me and be like i’m glad someone finally said that
this should make it evident that there has been a set back
the free mind gets crucified why don’t you inspect that?
instead of the physique on that freak
or what’s underneath her garments
beauty’s only skin deep and when you die there is no profit
large enough to resurrect that which is left
our materials behind, is who we find
that way [?] our minds are far behind
out there is physical no lie, these ancient scribes
i’m talking spiritual and god, open your eye
and i don’t mean biblical cause h*ll does not exist
nor does heaven this is it
right here now
just look around, realize every single thing is so profound when broken down
to the basics
every syllable i’m saying is a vibration that you’ve been acclimated to translate into a language we’ve named english
think this is a game? keep playing till our extinction
where we all think the same
no change is no distinction
i’m going over heads, like rain
they want you sleeping but me? i want you thinking
cause they got my people deep inside the trap
and from the look of things i don’t think they’ll make it back
christians tellin’ me that jesus is the way to get on track
but when i ask them about yeshua they be like “who is that?”
with your napping ass
remember what they used to do to your nappy ass
give the slaves our religion so we master past
and we better not catch you around no school with your nappy ass
lynch your family fast don’t you even ask for acting class
but we ignore the facts at hand and just rap for glam
glitter and the gold, just so we can all be sold
sell your soul, fill a mold
that’s an old road traveled i’m a young n*gga
luca brazi, f*ck with ’em

- luca brazi lyrics

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