La Misiva (Edicion Especial)

Biggie - Dead Wrong (Dirty)

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Chorus (8 bars) 
Stoned, seeing different illusions 
Just a consequence of listening to the music 
Lot a niggas be inventive but then abuse it 
Dumb it down, man your lyrics are too confusing 
They don’t understand the images I’m alluding (to) 
But I’m moving to a new script 
Releasing until they all start to get tuned in 
Lukkas and DaLoopGod produced it 

Verse 1 
Sipping coffee, windows tinted on RVs 
This that product should be selling it up in Walgreens 
So dense, might as well be written in Farsi 
Samples spinning, flows hitting likes its Karate 
Combination of the niggas that I embody 
So when I step on a track, I’m never needing a posse 
Time matters, you don’t know how much this ‘ll cost me 
Biting others but pretending that you are flossy 
Copy and paste, we forming into an army 
When on stage, they waving like their in Barbie 
Independent and these labels will never charm me 
Just let me Be, like Common or Cardi 
Blood spilling straight from the Carotid Artery 
Into the pages I jot and photocopy 
Every single step is essential like I’m Rockie 
Coming in with a winning smile, not animosity 

Chorus 
Stoned, seeing different illusions 
Just a consequence of listening to the music 
Lot a niggas be inventive but then abuse it 
Dumb it down, man your lyrics are too confusing 
They don’t understand the images I’m alluding (to) 
But I’m moving to a new script 
Releasing until they all start to get tuned in 
Lukkas and DaLoopGod produced it 

Verse 2 
Stuck in a maze of my own creation 
Reclusive, losing, all relations 
Cut ‘em off, I don’t got the patience 
To talk, head down, full concentration 
Formed by the stars in the constellation 
Started writing for the congregation 
Then lost my faith in the God, who made things 
Granny saying “don’t get lost in the way of sin” 
But how can I when I got, angel wings 
Chasing a high, but not material things 
Your spirits never inferior, nigga carry your rings 
Up and down life is, like Mariah Carey had sing 
Just tryna be erudite 
Niggas the most ignorant tryna give me advice 
Music is so Michelin, cannot get with this drive 
Just another nigga building his enterprise 

Chorus (8 bars) 
Stoned, seeing different illusions 
Just a consequence of listening to the music 
Lot a niggas be inventive but then abuse it 
Dumb it down, man your lyrics are too confusing 
They don’t understand the images I’m alluding (to) 
But I’m moving to a new script 
Releasing until they all start to get tuned in 
Lukkas and DaLoopGod produced it

La Paz

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