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[Verse 1: Underbosses]Underboss, take a trip to where you cant seeAnd control the scenes with the puppet strings invisibleI seen dreams shattering the sharsLaid a trick that could part where the hearts are all edibalsI press hard, fall into the trap doorsReally wasn't asking for more than exceptanceIn the presence of exception over collective human beingsBeing talented is simply not enough, you gotta mean itSince I want this, it feels like it chose meI owe it to myself to keep pressing on (pressing on)Stressing on the piddle why the riddle was constructedDown the hustle like a '79and you was dancin' up on good times (good times)A pocket full of good rhymesto help you through the hard moments of your life (your life)[Chorus]It's just the way that I write (write)After all whats most important if its something I like (I like)It's just the way that we write (write)After all whats most important if its something we like (we like)It's just the way that we write (write)After all whats most important if its something we like (we like)It's just the way that we write (write)After all whats most important if it's something you like (you like)Letras de cancionesIt's just the way that we write (write)After all it's most important[Verse 2: Murs]Man I love hip hop some say I take it too seriousBut rappers being fake always makes me so furious, mysteriously madThey say I need a shrink but I think I'ma stick to my pen and my padMy only therapist - my life and I'm sharing it with ya'llHoping they can stop you from tearing down them walls cos I'm going through it tooExpose it in our tracks and I'm showing it to youSo we can break it down and benefit, analyse the blemishesSkip the cigarettes cos that nicoteens a stimulateIt don't calm you downAnd alcohols a lionAt the bottom of the bottles where your problems always foundIf I'm sober then I'm down in a slump, batting zeroMelencholy mother fucker not too happy or too cheerfulSessions of depression got me stressing something awfulMy family and friends and that smile said its soulfulBut it really don't help, the enemies in the mirrorAnd I cant face myself, I pray for helpBut these drugs ain't working, I just don't know shitThats the only thing thats certainFeel like I'm about to die when my chest starts hurtin'and I'm thinking that its hurtin''cause the Zanics they prescribe don't help control my vibeI'ma live hip hop 'til the day that I dieCause making good music's all that keeps me alive uh[Chorus] From Letras Mania