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Elevatin'
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Elevatin' adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak No Gimmicks tarafından 25 Temmuz 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıElevatin' - Single
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AlbümElevatin' - Single
Çıkış Tarihi25 Temmuz 2025
FirmaNo Gimmicks
LanguageEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM130

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vladislav Lysenko
Vladislav Lysenko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer

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[Intro]
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin’ pain to prophecy, elevatin’ the mind.
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin’ pain to prophecy, elevatin’ the mind.
(yo)
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin’ pain to prophecy, elevatin’ the mind.
(yo)
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin’ pain to prophecy, elevatin’ the mind.
[Bridge x2]
Street poet, no mask, just the soul in my pen,
Words carve the journey, from the now to the then,
NY to UK, where the dreams don’t bend,
Truth in every verse, let the saga ascend.
System’s a cage, but I’m slippin’ the bars,
Pen and a pad, paintin’ life with the scars,
From the corner to the stage, voice of the displaced,
Pay the price for the real, keep the roots interlaced.
Flow’s like the Hudson, meets the Thames in a stream,
Unitin’ both worlds, chasin’ freedom’s dream.
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin’ pain to prophecy, elevatin’ the mind.
(droppin')
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin’ pain to prophecy, elevatin’ the mind.
(yo)
[Bridge x2]
Street poet, no mask, just the soul in my pen,
Words carve the journey, from the now to the then,
NY to UK, where the dreams don’t bend,
Truth in every verse, let the saga ascend.
(yo x2)
System’s a cage, but I’m slippin’ the bars,
Pen and a pad, paintin’ life with the scars,
From the corner to the stage, voice of the displaced,
Pay the price for the real, keep the roots interlaced.
Flow’s like the Hudson, meets the Thames in a stream,
Unitin’ both worlds, chasin’ freedom’s dream.
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin’ pain to prophecy, elevatin’ the mind.
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
No crown, just the mic
(Heat)
Pay the price for the real
(Heat)
Poet of the pavement, preacher of the grind,
Turnin’ pain to prophecy, elevatin’ the mind.
Written by: Vladislav Lysenko

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