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Artist: Awate
Total songs: 2
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  1. Traktor
  2. Fly

Fly Lyrics - Singles - Awate

[Hook] 

Now, they say one for the money and two for the show 

And I don't care if you're prepared 'cos I'm ready to go 

Now let's fly 

I'm flying, baby 

So high it's crazy 

And they say life's a box of chocolates 

Whole world in my hands and I will not drop it, hey 

I'm flying, baby 

So high it's crazy 

 

[Verse 1] 

Now, if you take a picture of me and develop it, it's delicate 

What you will get, you won't forget - like an elephant 

My rhetoric is eloquent and peaceful, I'm see through 

But not made of glass, hate bounces off like a beach ball 

I see dudes, running 'round telling the kids to sell drugs 

While I model it the opposite, I tell 'em to spread love 

Spread it like Nutella, spread it really thick 

I took a CAT Scan, it said I'm medically sick 

With the rhymes, uh, with the flows 

Close your eyes, I'm ahead of my time say the pros 

Slip into a light doze while I explode like nitro 

You are now in tune with the Eritrean maestro 

Who fights against oppression, right hand full of blessings 

Left hand full of super-covert military weapons 

Ba-ba-blow Ba-blow Ba-blow-blow 

Hey, teacher teacher, look at me now, now, now 

 

[Hook] 

 

[Verse 2] 

Welcome to my world, yes, this is my solar system 

When I was young, I would listen to hip-hop and know what's missing 

So now I'm here and I'm here to rap 

Mainly 'cos I'm young and I'm angry and black 

I mean, my history's been stolen, my teachers, yes, I told 'em 

But they tried to alter my thoughts like Inception by Chris Nolan 

No question, being a black man is demanding 

And there was nothing calming, my anger was alarming 

Excluded on a regular basis, classmates being racist 

And I couldn't find a way to say this 

Until I picked up a pen and started writing on the paper 

And I became a scholar, not a shotter or a raver 

And I'm thankful for the way that my life's changed, 'tryna live it the right way 

Cos my story has always been quite strange 

So I carry on and put my 'bally on so that I can go out and rob the whole world 

Are you remember?



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