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Flipzo Flow, former PrInZLoGan.Born in Zamboanga City.ZCFlipz Founder.El Realidad
Flipzo Flow - Tha Reality
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,337
Peak in subgenre #2,330
Author
FLiPzO FLoW/SINDUSTRY
Rights
FlipCrib Records
Uploaded
February 07, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.0 MB • 96 kbps • 4:20
Story behind the song
im'a problematic person yknow.. but i can still deal with life.. just judge tha lyrics.. u can feel me..
Lyrics
My soul burnz everytime i acquire idiomz packed
with strong slurz from phoney people who criticize with critic lies
do i just feel weak timez? or myself is just so cursed
I always go burst hopin' soon i can step on cozy crib floors
hold me plz or im'a rip my vigorous veins
bloodshed like droplets of timorous rain using razors
dont give a damn no more especially when my papz diss me
with verses that are bullshit tellin me im worthless
im so speechless times this scenes puff with aint no rehearses
im unprepared, Am I gotta have tha chance to feel bliss y peace?
in these tendencies im trapped so bad, im down on my knees
nobodys hearin, only God can understand tha way im livin
i taught i got it coz when i was a young kid all i did
is laugh on problemz, coz i dont solve 'em i point this
and that on my parents and i get 'em at no ease, my momma
always leavin markz of lipz on my chickz, that i miss
time passes, i miss tha past, it didnt lasted
i cant just blast to tha moments, but re-enactments
stil present in my mind, a fine life is hard to find
flawless sublimes still caused scars on my pure psyche
doin whats wrong or ryt, justice is still mystified
nowhere to hide, im on tha verge of like did i died?
goin on to ma' destination, i aint got no ride
but i see a lotta visions, tellin God is waitin for me on tha other side,
i suddenly knew a sudden thing's true, im so broke
a kid from a broken family, spoiled and mad in deep
havin a beef with tha whole world, im opened tragically
turnin miserable sensitivities into a lyrical oar
that slashes greedy people who close their doorz everytime
they go judgemental, worst than those crazy thoughts in mental
claims im unpleasant, and ends up in life bein a peasant
coz im out'a school, a present in this present day is hard to play
wages aint my game, my ball's talentz and use it to goal
one shot and i wont crawl, me beggin on tha streetz hell no
trust me im quick, i pass every hole like im'a liquid
never trip coz my spirit's solid, just like tha music
i inflict on hominidz with a weak intellect and infect
them like its a sickness, feelin it is tha only treatment
holy statements is tha element for some to amend but
in my case, problems wont end, God will understand
time passes, i miss tha past, it didnt lasted
i cant just blast to tha moments, but re-enactments
stil present in my mind, a fine life is hard to find
flawless sublimes still caused scars on my pure psyche
doin whats wrong or ryt, justice is still mystified
nowhere to hide, im on tha verge of like did i died?
goin on to ma' destination, i aint got no ride
but i see a lotta visions, tellin God is waitin for me on tha other side,
i needed support to work for myself, for future purposes
like wakin up with no distress, lessen tha thought of hitches and ask
to be blessed while keepin up with tha mess critical thinkin to pass
tha test, feel tha passion when im with ma friends, zcflipz til tha end
where tha hell is my family, mirandas keep on insistin my head
sometimes i feel like i wanna be dead, but it aint gonna help
bein out'a school aint that cool, but its me, what y'all gonna do?
bloodshot in y'all eyes, got mad for my rhymes, im no fearful
tellin tha truth, wont make me sinful, throw words that are cruel
is tha token for u to play some ricochet, dont claim me tha blame
coz im just helpin u bounce tha pain, im naked when it rained,
it aint tha same as like im still 9 or 10, im fuckin 18
was left alone, quarantined? my words will never be clean
i was programmed to smash crabz with grim, and no thing existing
that'll stop me from goin, doin my own thang, im unrelenting
represent for this brown existence, let God do tha sentence
time passes, i miss tha past, it didnt lasted
i cant just blast to tha moments, but re-enactments stil present
in my mind, a fine life is hard to find flawless
sublimes still caused scars on my pure psyche
doin whats wrong or r
