Elevatin'
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โฑ๏ธ 4:12 duration
๐ ID: 23287259
๐ Lyrics
[Intro]
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(yo)
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(yo)
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
[Bridge x2]
Street poet, no mask, just the soul in my pen,
Words carve the journey, from the now to the then,
NY to UK, where the dreams don't bend,
Truth in every verse, let the saga ascend.
System's a cage, but I'm slippin' the bars,
Pen and a pad, paintin' life with the scars,
From the corner to the stage, voice of the displaced,
Pay the price for the real, keep the roots interlaced.
Flow's like the Hudson, meets the Thames in a stream,
Unitin' both worlds, chasin' freedom's dream.
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(droppin')
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(yo)
[Bridge x2]
Street poet, no mask, just the soul in my pen,
Words carve the journey, from the now to the then,
NY to UK, where the dreams don't bend,
Truth in every verse, let the saga ascend.
(yo x2)
System's a cage, but I'm slippin' the bars,
Pen and a pad, paintin' life with the scars,
From the corner to the stage, voice of the displaced,
Pay the price for the real, keep the roots interlaced.
Flow's like the Hudson, meets the Thames in a stream,
Unitin' both worlds, chasin' freedom's dream.
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(yo)
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(yo)
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
[Bridge x2]
Street poet, no mask, just the soul in my pen,
Words carve the journey, from the now to the then,
NY to UK, where the dreams don't bend,
Truth in every verse, let the saga ascend.
System's a cage, but I'm slippin' the bars,
Pen and a pad, paintin' life with the scars,
From the corner to the stage, voice of the displaced,
Pay the price for the real, keep the roots interlaced.
Flow's like the Hudson, meets the Thames in a stream,
Unitin' both worlds, chasin' freedom's dream.
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(droppin')
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(yo)
[Bridge x2]
Street poet, no mask, just the soul in my pen,
Words carve the journey, from the now to the then,
NY to UK, where the dreams don't bend,
Truth in every verse, let the saga ascend.
(yo x2)
System's a cage, but I'm slippin' the bars,
Pen and a pad, paintin' life with the scars,
From the corner to the stage, voice of the displaced,
Pay the price for the real, keep the roots interlaced.
Flow's like the Hudson, meets the Thames in a stream,
Unitin' both worlds, chasin' freedom's dream.
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin' pain to prophecy, elevatin' the mind.