Common like cocaine in the hood
Inside the snoot of young brothers that swear they good
Because they sparingly use like we all should
They guarantee hip-hop shows only so it's okie dokie recreation with the homies
No need for doting over rare shooting ups and things as such
Stick in the mud I am accused of they disapprove of
But I hate very much that drugs have jurisdiction over the hip-hop that I love
And I know she's not participating
She's not the type to be hating herself to cause harm to her bod
That is a gift From God she's well-thought out about her value
And her job and the impact she's had among us all
5th element her soul I'm convinced that she's hostage
Help me call the locksmith that is our knowledge
Bonded with rhetoric power couple breaking bondage
From Ike's grip Tina sprint when you hear me spit from a distance
'Cause I'm disallowed to be adjacent
From testicles too sensitive with words so basic blocking entrances
The door is chained in
Chapo's accommodation but you're really
Undertaking the burdens of humanity and trying to change them
Now you sit in darkness with drug-like rubbish but I'm coming
I hope the one's with high regard are running
I can only speak for me though through a megaphone I'm uttering
But not like the captors that need Cepacol because they mumbling
We thinking of tunneling vocal chord our way to the place
You be huddling oratory our tools for the path
We be shoveling melody so lovely
Intercede for us with God so obstacles do dissipate
God listen to her she's your favorite and we promise to educate, mitigate
For those that do not differentiate from the places
We were raised in from encounters that created us
Taking the bus very rough around the edges
But I'm grateful everyday for the lessons that were testing
That made me parents strictly teaching it got ugly but standards were created
A fear for God was born low self-esteem impossible the things that I was told
Believing I can do personality real bold
My know-how cared for what this culture lacks
I'm the locksmith in fact a breath of fresh air for a drowned rat
Ambassador for underdogs held back by money, crew
Appearance but my words unlatch the gate
Making copies of the keys for those that promise to adulate you
Hip-hop, hip-hop, another song without a hook, Oh well
Another song without a hook, oh well
Another song without a hook, oh well
Silvandgold - Locksmith (Remix) Lyrics
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Common like cocaine in the hood
Inside the snoot of young brothers that swear they good
Because they sparingly use like we all should
They guarantee hip-hop shows only so it's okie dokie recreation with the homies
No need for doting over rare shooting ups and things as such
Stick in the mud I am accused of they disapprove of
But I hate very much that drugs have jurisdiction over the hip-hop that I love
And I know she's not participating
She's not the type to be hating herself to cause harm to her bod
That is a gift From God she's well-thought out about her value
And her job and the impact she's had among us all
5th element her soul I'm convinced that she's hostage
Help me call the locksmith that is our knowledge
Bonded with rhetoric power couple breaking bondage
From Ike's grip Tina sprint when you hear me spit from a distance
'Cause I'm disallowed to be adjacent
From testicles too sensitive with words so basic blocking entrances
The door is chained in
Chapo's accommodation but you're really
Undertaking the burdens of humanity and trying to change them
Now you sit in darkness with drug-like rubbish but I'm coming
I hope the one's with high regard are running
I can only speak for me though through a megaphone I'm uttering
But not like the captors that need Cepacol because they mumbling
We thinking of tunneling vocal chord our way to the place
You be huddling oratory our tools for the path
We be shoveling melody so lovely
Intercede for us with God so obstacles do dissipate
God listen to her she's your favorite and we promise to educate, mitigate
For those that do not differentiate from the places
We were raised in from encounters that created us
Taking the bus very rough around the edges
But I'm grateful everyday for the lessons that were testing
That made me parents strictly teaching it got ugly but standards were created
A fear for God was born low self-esteem impossible the things that I was told
Believing I can do personality real bold
My know-how cared for what this culture lacks
I'm the locksmith in fact a breath of fresh air for a drowned rat
Ambassador for underdogs held back by money, crew
Appearance but my words unlatch the gate
Making copies of the keys for those that promise to adulate you
Hip-hop, hip-hop, another song without a hook, Oh well
Another song without a hook, oh well
Another song without a hook, oh well
Inside the snoot of young brothers that swear they good
Because they sparingly use like we all should
They guarantee hip-hop shows only so it's okie dokie recreation with the homies
No need for doting over rare shooting ups and things as such
Stick in the mud I am accused of they disapprove of
But I hate very much that drugs have jurisdiction over the hip-hop that I love
And I know she's not participating
She's not the type to be hating herself to cause harm to her bod
That is a gift From God she's well-thought out about her value
And her job and the impact she's had among us all
5th element her soul I'm convinced that she's hostage
Help me call the locksmith that is our knowledge
Bonded with rhetoric power couple breaking bondage
From Ike's grip Tina sprint when you hear me spit from a distance
'Cause I'm disallowed to be adjacent
From testicles too sensitive with words so basic blocking entrances
The door is chained in
Chapo's accommodation but you're really
Undertaking the burdens of humanity and trying to change them
Now you sit in darkness with drug-like rubbish but I'm coming
I hope the one's with high regard are running
I can only speak for me though through a megaphone I'm uttering
But not like the captors that need Cepacol because they mumbling
We thinking of tunneling vocal chord our way to the place
You be huddling oratory our tools for the path
We be shoveling melody so lovely
Intercede for us with God so obstacles do dissipate
God listen to her she's your favorite and we promise to educate, mitigate
For those that do not differentiate from the places
We were raised in from encounters that created us
Taking the bus very rough around the edges
But I'm grateful everyday for the lessons that were testing
That made me parents strictly teaching it got ugly but standards were created
A fear for God was born low self-esteem impossible the things that I was told
Believing I can do personality real bold
My know-how cared for what this culture lacks
I'm the locksmith in fact a breath of fresh air for a drowned rat
Ambassador for underdogs held back by money, crew
Appearance but my words unlatch the gate
Making copies of the keys for those that promise to adulate you
Hip-hop, hip-hop, another song without a hook, Oh well
Another song without a hook, oh well
Another song without a hook, oh well
Writer: Ruth Guerrero
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