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T2
Hip-Hop/Rap
T2 fue lanzado el 27 de enero de 2025 por August Sunset como parte del álbum T2 - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento27 de enero de 2025
Sello discográficoAugust Sunset
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM78

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Fortitude
Fortitude
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Joseph Francis Arbanas
Joseph Francis Arbanas
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Abba-Conda X4XX
Abba-Conda X4XX
Producción

Letra

Your rap is art
My rap is engineering
Painting as I'm building
Made up answers to enquiries
Broken toes after afflicted low blows
The bones regrow at different levels and stages
Emergency services transported me to the station
Shot me with fentanyl china white fabrication
After i healed they put me in a cage
Abra cadabra the serpent taught me his name
We did time together for a year and a day
When it was over we both went our ways
I ran so far ahead some would think i was behind
But this game runs in circles and there is no finish line
Alot of players can not sleep - too many thoughts in there head
Fortitude loves sleep fortitude till death
I am machine i am no longer human
Try and taste what im chewing im bout to spit you confused
It dont matter whos winning
Cause in the end you lose
The apocalypse bleeding rihht through the soles of my shoes
Bloody tracks in the snow
To the mountain I go
Seeking a safe haven before justice explodes
But im a fool to hide
Cause inside I know
When that day has arrived every soul is exposed
Every stone is turned and every lock is opened
Every secret is told
Social chains are broken
Wisdom has spoken
Some with ears have heard
The door has been opened
For those who live by the Word
A cloak and a dagger
A false accusation
Hell waits for those who give in to every temptation
When evil is good
Its a sign that your crooked
You can't manifest heaven
But you can find it in leaven
The number 7
The number 4
The number 7
Closed the door
Was it all in the making?
A life of betrayal?
Spins hard like a tornado
I a savage potato
4 roses
Fields of clover
In the field of masters there's only one tree growing
In the field of dreams an epidemic of almosts
Messages written on the wall
I am a soldier
Marlboro reds smoke sessions
Thats my medicine
Danger close sound alarms
Your rule will soon be over
I loaded my Ak while running through fields of clover
I lifted the boulder gently onto my shoulder
Then crushed my enemies
With a spirit of pleasantry
Do they make different sizes in the cream of the crop?
Don't matter me
When they face me they drop
Written by: Joseph Francis Arbanas
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