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Rubicon
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rubicon è stato pubblicato il 31 luglio 2026 da Soul Kitchen Records come parte dell'album Undisputed
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Data di uscita31 luglio 2026
EtichettaSoul Kitchen Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM89

Testi

My kindness is kind of my weakness
I see shit, don't say shit
Rather stay speechless
Keep it to myself
My poor mental health
Broken hearts
Fall apart from soulmates
Only so much
One can take
Before the high blood vessel breaks
And your vision gets blurry
From seeing no evil
Hearing you can't trust your own people
They ll snake you
Back door you
Stain, your heartaches
And sharp pains
Bitches fall in love with you
Then they want you to change
Why they stay the same?
That's some crazy game for squares
Weak minded other wise
Sounds like sirens round here
Can't communicate
Without yelling or crying
Or lying
Red eye
Your one sided story
Sounding like his story
Repeating himself
Kinda corny
Boring and annoying
When you be knowing
The truth to set you free
Saturday night skate
Meet you at the Albatross
Cross the Rubicon
Cut the cake
Without the frost
Lost on the Map
Oh snap
Jack in the box
Trying to shake it off
But the cops got the boss
Too much heat in the street
So is no retreat
Tried to make peace
But the burgers got too much beef
No home, sweet home
So I roam
Across no mans land
Praying I don't catch one in the dome
Step back, wait a minute
Put your shoes on
Before you step in it
Let me finish
I'm infinite
The original
Dan Dada
The one they mimic
Easy grimace
My words get acidic
Put you in a tizic
Don't bite your tongue
I ain't the one
So if you come wit it
Be prepared
For the death gimmick
Hit you with them shells
Like you a beach
Same diff
You a bitch
My reach
It's further than you breach
Each step is a rep
Yep
Teach
You a lesson
Academic, systematic
Lockdown, pandemic
I demonstrate the greatness
I possess
I said it
Once
And Imma say it again
I built this city
Before the six
Was a ten
Saturday night skate
Meet you at the Albatross
Cross the Rubicon
Cut the cake
Without the frost
Lost on the Map
Oh snap
Jack in the box
Trying to shake it off
But the cops got the boss
Too much heat in the street
So is no retreat
Tried to make peace
But the burgers got too much beef
No home, sweet home
So I roam
Across no mans land
Praying I don't catch one in the dome.
Written by: Gordon David Strickland, Quorde Bowens
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