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Mic Bles - Levels In The Game lyrics

Artist: Mic Bles

album: Saints With No Halos


The 5 my origin no love it took me more to win
To find my purpose in these verses and these choruses
Writing scriptures on the pages till my verses painted
Spoken to existence like I'm spitting motion pictures
And I may never see the flowers till I'm dead and gone
But were going set the timer for tomorrow if your holding on
Spent my lifetime on the line and we were planting seeds
Writing rhymes on pages spit the truth until my pen will bleed
Been many places in this world I thought I'd never see
Living every day like it's my last cause there is no guarantees
Disillusioned by the game I see these rappers jaded
And through the years you learned the love is not reciprocated
Blessed when your arriving to the places that you meant to
Many levels while I'm rhyming on these instrumentals
Reported stories through recordings from the very start
And these levels in the game not for the faint of heart
Was hard to make it but they will never learn
You want respect in the game this shit is hard to earn
And I been in it till the death when they were out for fame
Levels in the game
Was hard to make it but they will never learn
You want respect in the game, this shit is hard to earn
And I been in it till the death when they were out for fame
Levels in the game
Praying on my downfall and my demise
Older's a little wiser really no surprises
Is no advisers my commas from word collages
With or without the dollars when the currency was paying homage
Who would saw ya'll taking it this far
Now this shit's forever like it's tatted on my arm
Falling my dialogue like ashing cigars
Watching these records spin like the world revolves
Minutes of the audio endure thru the years
Spitting the holy water like its dripping with tears
To keep it honest we were really starving getting started
Product for the profit while I'm watering the garden
Sharpen the tools never garbage studio garages
Anonymously shining minus the applauses
Off the porches not the Porsches of course I'm scorching mics
And leaving corpses peace its adios and buenas noches
Was hard to make it but they will never learn
You want respect in the game, this shit is hard to earn
And I been in it till the death when they were out for fame
Levels in the game
Was hard to make it but they will never learn
You want respect in the game, this shit is hard to earn
And I been in it till the death when they were out for fame
Levels in the game

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