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Savage the Poet - Intro Lyrics



Savage the Poet - Intro Lyrics




And So it was told
In 91 When Pac
Broke the mold
To be the rose that arose
From the blistering cold of misconception
Concreted the common set prevention
Wilted petals don't elevate beyond streets
With gold metals
Seemingly absurd at best
Cemented knees
Doesn't mean
This tree can't lick the sun
A fate of test
To taste the embrace
Of victory
Can be
And will be done
Because Shakur did it

As a rose
My thorned body
Will prick the uninformed
Of my form
Warned by needled pistils
My pen will cock back
And boom through rooms
Of skepticism
My breed will bleed
Through veins of glory
What you see
May not be what you feel
And what you feel
Is poetry...
Decked in the jewels
And ink of Savage Customs
Our past buckled and buttoned
But our lips
Will carry on To
Outgrew Amaru
And you will feed on it
I bet my seed on it
I've heard condition
Is tethered to fortune
But when I enter rings of soil
Watch me toil
With my tongue foreign to textbooks and reign supreme
Cause Champs don't dream
They take it
And if you're born out the beast of Brooklyn
Your best believe you're sure to make it

That's how I feel
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And So it was told
In 91 When Pac
Broke the mold
To be the rose that arose
From the blistering cold of misconception
Concreted the common set prevention
Wilted petals don't elevate beyond streets
With gold metals
Seemingly absurd at best
Cemented knees
Doesn't mean
This tree can't lick the sun
A fate of test
To taste the embrace
Of victory
Can be
And will be done
Because Shakur did it

As a rose
My thorned body
Will prick the uninformed
Of my form
Warned by needled pistils
My pen will cock back
And boom through rooms
Of skepticism
My breed will bleed
Through veins of glory
What you see
May not be what you feel
And what you feel
Is poetry...
Decked in the jewels
And ink of Savage Customs
Our past buckled and buttoned
But our lips
Will carry on To
Outgrew Amaru
And you will feed on it
I bet my seed on it
I've heard condition
Is tethered to fortune
But when I enter rings of soil
Watch me toil
With my tongue foreign to textbooks and reign supreme
Cause Champs don't dream
They take it
And if you're born out the beast of Brooklyn
Your best believe you're sure to make it

That's how I feel
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Writer: Richard Perez Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Written by: Richard Perez Jr
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