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Anima Script
Hip-Hop/Rap
Anima Script werd uitgebracht op 12 maart 2025 door We Good Records als onderdeel van het album Eclipse Tapes II - Single
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Releasedatum12 maart 2025
LabelWe Good Records
Melodische kwaliteit
Akoestiek
Valence
Dansbaarheid
Energie
BPM92

Muziekvideo

Muziekvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vaughn Robinson
Vaughn Robinson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vaughn Robinson
Vaughn Robinson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vaughn Robinson
Vaughn Robinson
Producer

Songteksten

Calm down, ****, sit still
Never resist the hustle, I keep coppin' that big skrill
Put the grind on the line, now my name is a big deal
Many years down the line, they'll say I mastered the big skill
I'm invincible, so beat it, you can't rock with my big thrills
Coulda thought I was president, how I pull up with big bills
Eliminate the odds with hot lines, blood on cold steel
Your panty got foresight, you can't write how these words feel
Never needin' nobody, built it up, then the people moved
Put respect on my name 'cause I earn recognition too
Bag sound 'bout a pound, push the weight, mixin' big piles
Hangin' ten on them stems, trade the cash for them wave files
Groundin' hard with a scowl to give my daughter that big smile
Chillin' up on the sunset, lookin' up at our big house
'Til then, I'm the batozai, slave man, no more hits now
Throw the weak to the side, I'm the one with the gift now
I compete with myself, that's who I make my rhymes for
Psycho-lot, I'm out for blood, I wanna see rappers die slow
Mutilate, so at the wake, they gotta make sure their casket clothes
Pour the potion, drown your words out, let 'em burn 'cause to hell you go
Feel the hatred more than ever since the name known at many shows
**** twiddle they thumbs, but get mad when the work is shown
Never tricked by the streets, it's not needed for doom to blow
**** blinded by perception, fatal fiction, they worship though
Ever since I was a young one, felt the gift surgin' through my soul
Given gift of creation and this gift, it was mine alone
Rebelled against the rules, I paved the way, made the streets of gold
Vow to never abandon, now the cash come a hundred fold
Thoughts of failure is a sickness and thank God I will never know
Learned from every mistake, prepared the castle, make room to grow
Every T has been crossed, eyes dotted, deceitful zone
The God of spoke, I have sense, end your praises and leave me alone
Yo, Penta got foresight, you can't write how these words feel
Yo, Penta got foresight, you can't write how these words feel
Yo, Penta got foresight, you can't write how these words feel
Yo, Penta got foresight, you can't write how these words feel
Written by: Vaughn Robinson
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