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lirik lagu it’s a brand new day – dj kay slay

[verse 1: jon connor]
in my beginning, i pledged alegance to leaches, not knowing i didn’t need them
and all the while i was bleading, [?] was feeding
and all the time i was starving they expect me to feed them
no competition, now they only position is feetal
and now they feeding me pieces, like it’s feeding my ego
it’s like the day god decided to give wings to an egle
i been this sh*t, i’m k!lling sh*t, and these n*ggas is greaving
i’m spitting crack, in fact, this that g money neno
my sh*t is dope, and i’m constantly providing the neadal
your money tall, my money smaller than danny devedo
so till i get it, imma spit it for all of my people
never gon leave them, so that’s why they trust me to lead them
who hear my heart, my words are sharp like the edge of a raiser
and this the answer to them days where you prayed for a savior
and this the answer to them days that i prayed for the paper
thank the creator, cause i guess he heard all of our prayers

[chorus: tre williams]
[?] so how would you understand it
[?] from the sun, it didn’t matter
i’m the sludge and the grime in the room i lay
i was born and let’s see, it’s a brand new day
said it’s a brand new day

[verse 2: big k.r.i.t.]
country living, country made, country fried, country raised
country roads, country paived, no more country slave
no more cottin pickin sippin, only choppin grippin grain
crawling in chevy thangs, moving out and leaving stanes
on the corner i sw*ng dimes, [?]
i’m on some country bumpkin sh*t weather you like it or not
so shake something, hoe, who said i wasn’t from the south?
who that peaking through my window blind [?]
hold on, imma get my southern roll on
hop like greese on these streets like mama left the stove on
murder be so [?] ain’t no beats to flow on
they rip it like so gone, motherf*cker stop trying to hold on
[?]
[?] without the bevrage, my castle ain’t for taking, better hollar at[?]
[?] chicken and watermellon
return of 4eva what i’m yellin

[verse 3: reek da villian]
if there was such thing as a verbal portrat, n*gga this is it
dictionary with rhyme, [?]
define a 725
lyrical gift spit so [?]
abc’s divided by 7, i need a remainder
[?] i’ll be the retainer
[?]
but for now i’m slanging rock, watching for radars
cause i’m [?] kugars, pass from madoosa
[?]
all intruders off in a homicides
when it’s time to ride [?]
n*ggas jealous cause of the way my crew play
everybody choose dallis cowboy uniform, blue grey
it was the streets, but hip hop showed me a new way
i just hope my past never coming through on this new day

- dj kay slay

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