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Curtains Close

 

Curtains Close

(album: Cooler Colors - 2014)


Seems like it was yesterday 2002
We would walk man skipping school
My Walkman skipping too
Go a cop some bud we would twist a few
Bust some frees with the crew
Saint like when the beat dropped
I'd breeze through it like breeze threw it
Made the other kids bolt cause my quotes had volts
Had the edge like my favorite running back on my colts
Felt like no competition filling up compositions
Luckily they digging my shit like compost sifting
Never been a corn ball brotha like Robert Griffin
3rd times the charm they say
But I kill it on the first take, that's word to Skip Bayless
Cause even if I skip town I'll never be Bay less
I say that to say this
Won't stop till our names amongst the greatess
Forever in a A's hat cause that's what they grade us hate us

Till the curtains close till the curtains close
Till the curtains close till the curtains close

I gotta, legacy I needa follow
Make a name for my name, that I was given by my father
All you wack brothas come after this MC like Donald
And can't touch us when it comes to me and ensemble
Ready to rumble
You brothas ain't accustomed to the jungle
Where the strong survive and the weak brothas die from struggle
You starving, for a bit of creativity
We carving minds with our craft, and these break beats is our remedy reminice wit me
Back when I was a little cat, when I had no clue, what it took to be A real MC
That's the truth and gotta stay down to earth like a centipede
Gotta treat this verse like an enemy
Keep your, friends close but your verses closer
Keep these beats in your head till the curtains closed bruh
Its 'bout time that this verse is over
Come on, until these curtains closed, now rock wit it come on

Until the curtains close, until the curtains close
Until the curtains close, until the curtains close
Until the curtains close, until the curtains close
Until the curtains close, until the curtains close
Until the curtains close, until the curtains close
Until the curtains close, until the curtains close
Until the curtains close, until the curtains close
Until the curtains close, until the curtains close

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