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lirik lagu hologram – rocco seprino

uh, yeah
look, look (dead bart)
n0body ever believed until now, and man theres still doubt
bet i get em movin they hands, you rock a still crowd
the sound is star-bound and i started from the ground
music’s what i found when nothing else had come around, d-mn

light the bowl and begin to feel eminent
my curses ‘spursed are excellent, my jibberish is eloquent
introducing color to a world full of elephants
the weekend bag lasts me 3 whole decembers and

h-ll if i remember them, every night i’m foggy
i’m hot on the track like we in the summer jogging
tryna feel belonging, but just too different
they try to mask the mind but masterminds are too ignant

ain’t no rest in the game till i’m thebest in the game
they don’t believe the fire so they checkin the flames
til they burned, charred, ashes in the pit
bart k!lled the beat so i’m burying thish-t

and i’m marrying thish-t, you wouldn’t dare to meet the kid
you couldn’t bare to beat the kid, they couldn’t scare me with the sh-t
so i’m out her bossin, check me coughing
i’ll be doin this till i’m chillin in a coffin

fallin off my mind then i hit the ground runnin
then i write a dumb line when i couldn’t think of something
that dead simpson finna keep the b-ss bumpin
so i hit it, write my bars and i spit em like its nothin

uh, and bet i’m really bout this
you soundin dumb now if you ever really doubted

n0body used to wanna mess with it, now they checkin it
d-mn that boy can rap, i guess i just was blessed with it
screamin f-ck censorship, song dismemberment
christalized heights rappin like i’m on that ventor sh-t

daydreamin in real life, i’m just out here tryna take life
with them fakes like n cut em all off with a steak knife, uh
and if you ain’t with the movement, you probably soundin clueless
sure as h-ll i’m bout it you got cold feet like you shoeless

all the rest sound the same, on a shirt i’m the stain
i’m standin out now and the flows fit to blame
when i’m up on that stage you better not sit
got that firework flow, fourtha july lit

tryna get away fortifyment, on this island
its my time and i see it through my eyelids
take me back to the times when i was too childish
them red and blue 3d gl-sses for spy kids

i’m feelin it now and i’m feelin the crowd
and they feelin me back when i’m touchin they hands
those who said i was whack now want into the plan
but just me and my friends and musicians at hand

is gon be fit intothe process
i’m gettin it then i’m dippin
i just hope they give a listen
tryna shine n tryna glissen
cold thoughts rhymes written
and i’m tired of the b-tchin
from dream to reality its simply just the mission
motherf-cker

- rocco seprino

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