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Being
Alternative Rap
Being fue lanzado el 22 de febrero de 2022 por Psych Montano como parte del álbum Psych 222
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ÁlbumPsych 222
Fecha de lanzamiento22 de febrero de 2022
Sello discográficoPsych Montano
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM94

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Psych Montano
Psych Montano
Voz principal
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Michael Montano
Michael Montano
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Douglas Leto
Douglas Leto
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

Psych
Say less, bro
I don't need to see to believe it
I be it, believe me
I be in my being
I don't need to see to believe it
I be it, believe me
I be in my being
I don't need to see to believe it
I be it, believe me
I be in my being
Yo
You're hilarious, I'm nefarious
Buried opponents‘ll always be good Samaritans
A couple plot holes, but the advantage is to me for literary technique
Unwrap the bandages, mummy
Potholes to your mandible, dummy
You pop, snort molly
X to see what color the grasses get
Gives you lockjaw
Hits you with the right, the left, excellent boxer
Pacquiao with the southpaw
Ring is a cell, locked box; my shotgun got shells for snails
Rounds that house slugs; bell
The third coming, I get around, I’m Pac’s son
Not a priest, but in Nas’ words “God’s Son”
Peace with the piece, and I got one shot
Sun blocked by the flock o’ doves
Olive concoctions
Tree chiefer, seaweed dealer, a green reefer
Deep seer, mystique leader, a top gun
Heat seeker, esteem lethal, a dream eater
Sheep bleeder, you sleep, ether when Glocks bust
Chill, freezing, the steering wheel, it steer itself
This century of technology getting weird as hell
Devil’s lost son, tears fell
Evaporate off the face, a glacier, I steel melt
The 9/11 incendiary, the beams fell
A serial conspiracy theorist who means well
Curse of the rhymer
After I shot ya, I wore ya, that’s a murder impostor
Then brought the sauce to the pasta, that’s the perfect lasagna
Rehearsing lines by the morgue while inside of a hearse
Ouija reversed, showing nines three times, it’s
Christopher Wallace, Pac, Nipsey, and Phife
I'm ready to die against the world, running to live out my life
I don't need to see to believe it
I be it, believe me
I be in my being
I don't need to see to believe it
I be it, believe me
I be in my being
I don't need to see to believe it
I be it, believe me
I be in my being
I don't need to see to believe it
I be it, believe me
I be in my being
Written by: Michael Montano
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