{"id":237287,"created_at":"2021-09-24 16:02:49","updated_at":"2024-05-02 05:40:29","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2021-09-24 16:02:49","original_id":null,"artist_id":7106,"title":"Soul Brother number 3","slug":"soul-brother-number-3","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"Grew up reading verses now I'm breeding em\r\nFerocious, so approach us but be cautious cause we lethal\r\nAnd quick to throw you out the fucking coaches\r\nQuick to blow your brains with fiery torches, smoking OGs on them porches, picking Orchids and it's gorgeous how living\r\nNauseous how we reaching for the heights they don't believe in, but we reaching still\r\nYou'd be itching to achieve it if you had the skill\r\nThis the life that drive you crazy or to popping pills\r\nCockatiel rappers try to cop a deal\r\nStop it chill, out of tears got some Hector Peterson's and Emmitt Tills\r\nMeaning we might die for this shit, go on a rout, stand in the line of fire for this shit\r\nI'm the one to put the art in martyr, hardwired fire starter, nile parter\r\nWild card, they told me I was trying hard I tried harder\r\nWriter of the highest order, I admire my supporters, fore I seen it they done called it\r\nDroppin bars, droppin knowledge\r\nPaid the price, dropped the college\r\nCircumstances had me cornered\r\nExactly what the doctor ordered\r\nChallenges and struggle formed him\r\nCracked just to become an omelette\r\nKnew I had it in me back in class when I was reciting sonnets\r\nNeeded solace, took the pen, picked a chorus, pick me ten of people's daughters\r\nPicture perfect like auroras\r\nBack to cause my haters torment\r\nRaise the hood like open bonnets\r\nCapricorn, cut the Taurus\r\nTour us into foreign borders\r\nPour ice in a gramophone plus journos out here to record us\r\nI'm the type to push the money, that's the pull the women type\r\nTurn her hetero from a dyke\r\nI'm a hero on the mic\r\nMore deniro then we iight\r\nCrush some leaves to set alight like every night\r\nSoul Brother number Tres with the thrashing, rappers getting ashed then get passed in the trash bin\r\nSoul Brother number Tres if you asking, rappers getting bashed then amassed in the casket","download_count":122,"play_count":3,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2024-05-02","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/614\/dda\/831\/thumb_744915_300_300_0_0_crop.jpeg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}
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Grew up reading verses now I'm breeding em
Ferocious, so approach us but be cautious cause we lethal
And quick to throw you out the fucking coaches
Quick to blow your brains with fiery torches, smoking OGs on them porches, picking Orchids and it's gorgeous how living
Nauseous how we reaching for the heights they don't believe in, but we reaching still
You'd be itching to achieve it if you had the skill
This the life that drive you crazy or to popping pills
Cockatiel rappers try to cop a deal
Stop it chill, out of tears got some Hector Peterson's and Emmitt Tills
Meaning we might die for this shit, go on a rout, stand in the line of fire for this shit
I'm the one to put the art in martyr, hardwired fire starter, nile parter
Wild card, they told me I was trying hard I tried harder
Writer of the highest order, I admire my supporters, fore I seen it they done called it
Droppin bars, droppin knowledge
Paid the price, dropped the college
Circumstances had me cornered
Exactly what the doctor ordered
Challenges and struggle formed him
Cracked just to become an omelette
Knew I had it in me back in class when I was reciting sonnets
Needed solace, took the pen, picked a chorus, pick me ten of people's daughters
Picture perfect like auroras
Back to cause my haters torment
Raise the hood like open bonnets
Capricorn, cut the Taurus
Tour us into foreign borders
Pour ice in a gramophone plus journos out here to record us
I'm the type to push the money, that's the pull the women type
Turn her hetero from a dyke
I'm a hero on the mic
More deniro then we iight
Crush some leaves to set alight like every night
Soul Brother number Tres with the thrashing, rappers getting ashed then get passed in the trash bin
Soul Brother number Tres if you asking, rappers getting bashed then amassed in the casket
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