D Smoke Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #097

[Verse 1: D Smoke]

Listen...

See I grew up in a town where everything red

Follow up a brother word up everything he said

Money over bitches thinking everything bread

In reality were hand me downs cause everything shared

Sidewalk dribbeling

Over chalk scribbling

Outlines of bodies

We found time to party

Like its 1999

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Long before that boy was conscious and inclined to garvy

Society is sickened, sobriety is the prescription

Creatively impaired, why niggas scared to be different

Underexposed, overstimulated children

Are born target to market employs

Intellect rarely employed

Make decisions based on indigenous wisdom

They take away our freedom and give a nigga religion

But still we built the kingdom working with minimal resources

And still we rep our colors like ooh ah

Fuck a mixtape boy this a album

A little bit more huey than malcolm

A little bit more malcolm than martin

But we ain't fucking with condolezza or sharpton

I'm a release an album that'll probably incite a riot

Probably inspire kids to become a fighter of apartheid

And that shit's gonna slap to the masses go out and buy it

We got a fascist in office that's better in coffin

Cuttin medicare why the veteran's coughin

Finding employment is like finding a laker in boston

You can remain dormant, waiting for saviour in office

While I get out get up and get something

Give myself reason to celebrate

When the shit get bad stay at peace and meditate

And when my family gather around we can elevate

Shine in their face, ey, even though they can't stand it

Listen..

[Verse 2: D Smoke - Spanish]

El presidente no vale verga

Estoy prisionero en un pais lleno de mierda

Construido en las espaldas de nuestras abuelas

Morenitas bonitas dobladas .... la tela

Nos quitaron cultura, y nos dieron las reglas

Nuestro poder no se puede medir con la regla

Hablo la mente pa la gente con las quejas

Bajo gravedad los dedos nunca tocan la meta

Cocaina en las venas, se sienten antenas

Pistola en la mano llena de balas

Mientras que las sirenas llaman

Disparos gritan de anojos se queman

Dejan rallas los jovencitos como una zebra

Pero los leones estan casando en la selva

Hablando de la verdad uno sabe donde llega

Me arranco no quiero ser un blanco del sistema

Tiro ganchos mientras que estoy peleando contra

Cualquiera persona nunca tengo miedo compa

Porque la muerte es la unica cosa

Que me puede introducir a mis dioses

Los pinches idiotas creen que me pueden controlar

Por medio de las leyes pero solo sigo god

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