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A.D. Carson
Scribbles
Hip-Hop/Rap
Scribbles fue publicado el 11 de octubre de 2024 por Rap Lab at UVA como parte del álbum Owning My Masters: The Rhetorics of Rhymes & Revolutions Vols. 1 & 2
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ÁlbumOwning My Masters: The Rhetorics of Rhymes & Revolutions Vols. 1 & 2
Fecha de lanzamiento11 de octubre de 2024
SelloRap Lab at UVA
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM87

RESUMEN

LETRAS

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A.D. Carson
A.D. Carson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A.D. Carson
A.D. Carson
Songwriter

Letras

[1] Funny I pour my heart and soul into bars.
I used to go to bars to get full and pull ‘em apart.
Many falls—and scars—led to many starts.
It all was simple. Gunfire sounded like starter pistols.
On your marks, get set. Know your lane and your pace, so
You can finish strong or be ready for when they say, “Go."
The city where I got practice
Kind of tried to teach us success had restricted access
To me and mine,
While we was drafting some decent rhymes,
Crafting sequences, accenting features of frequent crime.
Teachers passing us, actually, leaving us more behind.
Seeking the same from girls in my classes. Think, in my mind,
If I find I can finally freak and even repeat it,
Bring it up in discussions ‘cause nothing like this is secret,
Then
I might be the kind of man I imagine.
And even if I’m not, I can say I am when I’m rapping.
[Hook]
I used to scribble in my notebooks,
Wishing I could go through living
How them folks do when I used to write.
And all the visions I would go through
Wishing I could hold to, living,
I suppose those scribbles are my life.
[If it’s a luxury, still it ain’t enough to me,
But what I write is what I be.]
[2] Funny it sound like I’m judging when I write sentences,
And that’s about the most I can show you I got conviction with.
I mean, I sit and get
Frustrated often
By the rush, laying coffins
In the dust, saying, “Pardon my
Interruption,
But I’m off making what I can
From the nothing I inherited and carry with me
So, of course, I want a lotta shit buried with me
And I hurry, quickly, to places that's preparatory to me
Meeting my
Maker, or my momma’s worst nightmare.
It ain’t coincidence I’m into living right there,
At the intersection where the winter’s less and less the
Coldest feeling that’s possessed by me. And my profession seems to
See and be the freshest. So the cooler means success.
Even if it’s to the death
I might be the kind of man I imagine.
And even if I’m not, I can say I am when I’m rapping.”
[Hook]
I used to scribble in my notebooks,
Wishing I could go through living
How them folks do when I used to write.
And all the visions I would go through
Wishing I could hold to, living,
I suppose those scribbles are my life.
[If it’s a luxury, still it ain’t enough to me,
But what I write is what I be.]
[3] It’s vivid like Richard Wright when I write for riches.
Write like Eric—Easy when I’m writing scriptures.
Right and wrong—no different when I’m writing songs.
Preach when I speak
Almost like I’m writing psalms.
Coolie High—I tell you, ****, truly I
Can go from cool mu’fucka to unruly guy.
Write until
Ain’t nothing left to write.
Write to death
To keep you moving right to left.
[Hook]
I used to scribble in my notebooks,
Wishing I could go through living
How them folks do when I used to write.
And all the visions I would go through
Wishing I could hold to, living,
I suppose those scribbles are my life.
[If it’s a luxury, still it ain’t enough to me,
But what I write is what I be.]
Written by: A.D. Carson

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