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Premeditated
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Premeditatedは、アルバム『 』の一部として2023年8月25日にElgin Ecyoj, Peace InfiniteによりリリースされましたEl Did It
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アルバムEl Did It
リリース日2023年8月25日
レーベルElgin Ecyoj, Peace Infinite
メロディック度
アコースティック度
ヴァランス
ダンサビリティ
エネルギー
BPM75

クレジット

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elgin Ecyoj
Elgin Ecyoj
Songwriter

歌詞

This cold world
Welcoming me with open arms
Took mine, folded em
Not to purposely come off harsh
Where do I start, with these range of topics
I've got so far
Spoiled my future
Being the speed light
Beatin' lighting bolts
Sparking bulbs, worldwide
If ignited ya, tag along
Was
Budgeting dubs, n 4.5s, Not 65 bones
My iPhone X
Went for a swim in the toilet bowl
So I became a lifeguard, Day one
Then sent me home
Boss shit
Baby steps, live & we learn, lock in
Compound checks, pain till we earn
Queue up your ouches, AH!
My Intimidation doesn't call for disrespect
I never asked to look this way
Shadow work cleared the flesh
Light flex, no cramping I'm like that
No pain, heal from within
Hold on to that Ice pack
Only built for Ice baths anyway, frozen facts
Rats, lacking on focused attacks
Directed where the pressure at
So I can grip the package wrap
Tape down the box, gift it to you
Enjoy this artifact
September tenth, nine nineteen a.m
New baby
If nine plus ten equal twenty one, I'm the equation
Big two one, ain't bought a bottle yet
Indeed attractive, why would I mind showing myself
It stems from the genes
The stress that come with it is yeesh
Still I believe, nobody could place on my
I am not a rug, you ain't stepping on nothing
Above ya, you called my bluff
Don't start rushing or searchin'
Scanning for the nearest cover
Ya done with, no comebacks kid
It's over
Controller stuck to my hands
Like I owe em'
If I press a single button, tuck ya summer
Told Momma no pausing now, I'm a runner
Got no other options now, but to thunder
And rain on the hate parades
When they summoned
Hit the karate stance while I'm jumpin'
Don't ever shake my hand, if you're disgusted
Find me deep in Atlanta cookin' something
This be that recipe for the chosen
This what the streets be needing, and I know it
This be that proper healing hit my number
I do the best of deeds, n' go dummy
You lacking the belief, to say you feel me
Clean dollars, wipe the dirty money
This a whole different language I'm speaking
Hundreds, fifties big ass, and titties
I stopped wearing skinny jeans, baggies only
Penmanship on chef boy ah dee
Tell me what do you mean hard or litty
A classic or my thumb on the kitty
Or bangers I'm pumping out for the city
They'll hear once I get my business card delivery
Written by: Elgin Booker
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