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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Libra
Libra
Performer
Sónia Maria Ferro Curcialeiro
Sónia Maria Ferro Curcialeiro
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sónia Maria Ferro Curcialeiro
Sónia Maria Ferro Curcialeiro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tayob Mahomed Hussein Juskow II
Tayob Mahomed Hussein Juskow II
Producer

Lyrics

So many people wishing me to fall, what are you afraid of?
Casting spells to catch me, what do you think I'm made of?
I've been fighting with myself for decades, we went to playoffs
You're a wannabe opponent who'd only face me in my fall off
You a joke
Great grandma's laughing from the sky, she read her tarot cards
And saw big fortune in my eyes
The hate you send comes back at you, you'll swallow your envy
In a couple years you'll ask the universe
Why can't I ever win in life?
May God explain to you
All the evil in the world comes back to find you
Every wave you emit has a trip to hell and back
And life goes round just like the earth
Physics laws don't lack, neither do I
As long as my soul is fed with lies
My education's pretty solid, it won't let me stray I'm fly
My feet still can feel the ground
I know when you're around
My body catches the vibration
My soul turns them into sound
That's why I vowed
To always honor my position and the gift that I was given
I'm a woman on a mission, you can't beat that
My climb is meant to be is written
Spend your energies on me?
To God there is no competition
It's given
It's given
Não estás a percerber, o mano riu na minha cara
Quando falei do album de rap consciente
Riu mesmo na minha cara
Ah porque, tu rapper?
Should I speak to you or to your home boys?
I know you're going through a tough phase
It's hard to find your own voice
Are you still into cooking that wannabe ghetto noise?
Talking about a life so tough thug life was your only choice
Oh not a choice I forgot, Thug life chose you
Cause you're a real bad man, Streets were calling and they saved you
Now you sell a couple grams a month, still at your moms
Record a couple ratched songs bout some women and some guns
That's why you sound so cheap
To be a rapper you can cheat Try to sing about your real life
Leave to Ghetts the ghetto hits You ain't no Tupac, ain't no Biggie
Definitely not better than me learn with the legends they say
Listen carefully when I speak
You tried to fuck me I didn't want to
You tried to fuck my self esteem
Now it's my pen's turn to fuck you
You tried to fuck me I didn't want to
You tried to fuck my self esteem
Now it's my pen's turn to fuck you
I used to fall for shit like yours
But now I know I am the greatest
Sad people hate to see my light
Even when I'm the plainest
There is no other way around
You can't contest it
Unless you do me like they did Khelif
But I bet you don't wanna test me
There's no mind games to stop me no more
I am transcendent
I ain't gonna second guess me no more
I'm more than ready
I know of sorrow and I know war
My aim is deadly
Don't step to me if you can't compete
Kim Yeji
Written by: Sónia Maria Ferro Curcialeiro
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