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Focus
643
Hip-Hop/Rap
Focus è stato pubblicato il 30 dicembre 2025 da Cardian Recordz come parte dell'album Focus - Single
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Data di uscita30 dicembre 2025
EtichettaCardian Recordz
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM89

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Las card Nnamo
Las card Nnamo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Las card Nnamo
Las card Nnamo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardians crew
Cardians crew
Producer

Testi

What the fuck
I'm a world architect, blueprint
In the beat, lay bricks, with the lean
Weak sticks, sweet to eat
I've done speed, punch line, I lay pressure lines
Hydro leaks, in the standard
I lick your teeth, truth with the compass
I pipe with heat, never off course
When the force drips, hitting it
It flies, jumps, wild, if the first to keep it
It fucks in, favorite lines
When it creeps, it may leaves in
See life is a scale, one side weight
One leg hollow, at the balance
In the real, me do, people talk loud
But the quiet facts, echo false tales
Bring down, like a bridge, I don't chase clouds
I chase clarity
Every metaphor, built, like a coded riddle
Dead time, dead truth
The clock is on commission
Every second, that I drop, it, I take with it
Life is, truth and self
Truth shouts, like a bleep
Truth and self, truth, stand firm in the gate
The faith, survive, indeed
Set the pace, raise the days
Then we stay, other than laugh
Tell you how we do, face to face
Tell me more, **** man is face to face
Not at all, not holding back
Not holding back
Nnamo
Truth got hurt
It's bad, bad speed
Truth shouts, like cheap shoes
In the heavy rain, on the six, my brains
My truth stay fresh, facts in my head
Creeps, they want more money
With the mixed plan, Prince, don't chase down
And then the truth, ground me
Like the king, who refused
All the throne, but it followed him
Home, armed, precise
But I light up, a soldier, at attention
The metro zone, I break illusion
Put marks, of lies, like a custom officer
Checking cargoes, all alone
My speech, stay good
And then I out the fight, without fucking clue
That's true, God, fact
That's true, God, fact
That's the way, things go
The address coming now, or the address coming later
I will fully out the fight
Truth got heavy, I lift all the weight
The cry, loud to loud
I mute all the fake, I don't bend all the world
I don't shift all the shape
The bucket stack, like bricks, set great truth
In my work, then trust, in my state
Every step, that I take
Fact, navigate
What the fuck
You can tell me more
Huh? I'm in the mood
Alright
I'll finish now, I'll finish now
I'll finish, that's all
Written by: Las card Nnamo
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