Dear Listener

Lowkey

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    This is for my people that miss me, i know you needed this
    Every single stroke could append is a stroke of genius
    Other than my cd, you ain't heard a flow as deep as this
    Every verse should be treated like the mona lisa is

    And yeah you might have the upper hand, if we're speaking dough
    And yeah i understand that you get "g" for shows
    But all you've ever done is boast, with your feeble flow
    My music's touch more peoples souls than i could even know

    My whole heart, that's what i give to my fans
    A listener's tear is worth more than a mil in my hand
    All you talk about is flipping grams and triggers that bang
    Me, i consider lyricism, a privilege fam

    When it comes to putting words together it's certain that i'm better
    Every verse you heard is like a personal letter
    So when i die, my fans can say they all knew me
    Lowkey, double p, yours truly

    This is for those praying through hell, till they're in paradise
    I cry blood for the children of palestine
    My life's left me so emotionally paralyzed
    I couldn't even cry in a funeral where my nana died

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    My words are swords, have served their cause like a samurai
    Cameras spy on the average guy weaving through traffic lights
    These are savage times, expand your mind and analyze
    Don't glamorize the gangsta life, like these other rappers might

    Haters stay around me like, satellites orbit
    You don't want to see the pair of guys i strategize war with
    Peoples army work it, you batty guys forfeit
    Not jamaican but i'm eating aki like swordfish

    When it comes to putting words together it's certain that i'm better
    Every verse you heard is like a personal letter
    So when i die, my fans can say they all knew me
    Lowkey, people's army, yours truly

    I told the world about my issues and the things i went through
    In this game it's undeniable i'm influential
    The strength of my mental, is making other spitters tremble
    All i needs a piece of paper, a pencil, and instrumental

    I didn't settle till i took it to a different level
    Gripping metal and flipping pebbles, you sided with the devil
    I see you flossing in your video that looks a rental
    That little bezel around your neck don't make you flippin' special

    I'm quite high when i am writing my rhymes
    Like i am mike tyson on a fight night in his prime
    I'm like einstein, got it all precise in my mind
    With the mic i'm like? most violent times

    When it comes to putting words together it's certain that i'm better
    Every verse you heard is like a personal letter
    So when i die, my fans can say they all knew me
    Lowkey, mongrel, tours truly

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