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No Ceiling
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Ceiling è stato pubblicato il 9 maggio 2025 da Michael Stoffer come parte dell'album No Ceiling - Single
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Data di uscita9 maggio 2025
EtichettaMichael Stoffer
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM69

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Stoffer
Michael Stoffer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Stoffer
Michael Stoffer
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Stoffer
Michael Stoffer
Producer

Testi

(Yeah... huh)
No ceiling, we break through, let's go
No ceiling, we rise with the smoke
From the bottom, now we at your throat
Black tint rides through the city like ghosts
Too cold, too bold, never came here to coast
No ceiling, we break what they built
Every scar that I carry is guilt
Turn pain into fire, now I'm lit
Every verse I spit, full clip (grrah!)
Tunnel vision in the night, no fear in my bones
I was raised in the war, now I sit on the throne
Ain't no love in the street, only hunger and chrome
Where your name mean nothin' if you ain't hold your own
I been ten toes deep, never folded or ran
Now I'm cashin' in dreams, off a mic in my hand
Put my soul in the pen, made a blueprint plan
Now the whole world watch like it's all on cam
No ceiling, we rise with the smoke
From the bottom, now we at your throat
Black tint rides through the city like ghosts
Too cold, too bold, never came here to coast
No ceiling, we break what they built
Every scar that I carry is guilt
Turn pain into fire, now I'm lit
Every verse I spit, full clip (clip!)
I got demons that dance in the dark
But I move like a spark in the heart of the shark
Every setback a mark, now I paint like art
From the alley to the chart, that's a hell of a start
Ain't no shortcut route, I took every hit
Now my voice cut sharp like a laser lit
When they doubted my path, I ain't quit
Now they beggin' me to bless every playlist I hit
(They ain't ready...)
No silence, only thunder when I speak
I don't follow—I'm the path they seek
Pressure built me, pressure made me
Now the crown too heavy, can't take me
No ceiling, we rise with the smoke
From the bottom, now we at your throat
Black tint rides through the city like ghosts
Too cold, too bold, never came here to coast
No ceiling, we break what they built
Every scar that I carry is guilt
Turn pain into fire, now I'm lit
Every verse I spit, full clip (grrah!)
(Yeah... no ceiling)
We don't fall, we fly
Only way out is above
Written by: Michael Stoffer
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