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One
Hip-Hop/Rap
One was released on February 18, 2020 by C-Scripture as a part of the album Sketchy Notepad
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Release DateFebruary 18, 2020
LabelC-Scripture
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
C-Scripture
C-Scripture
Performer
Michael Chiphwanya
Michael Chiphwanya
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Chiphwanya
Michael Chiphwanya
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C-Scripture
C-Scripture
Producer

Lyrics

Verse:
Step up in the booth with the heart to write rhymes
Polo on my shoes and I’m moving the ground now
Reminisce on charts so I pray on the right sound
Everything I face, I take on the grind now
Praying you relate so I’m making the cash now
Moving at the pace that my taste could bite y’all
See I was in the booth late nights no outcome
Writing out my heart so my pen could catch one
See I was on the grind but they passing my tape
The radio could never play cause my rhyming is dead
A&R can’t manage me, I suck at the game
No promoter can’t fuck with me, it’s down to myself
Hook:
I can’t doubt on my strength; I know it’s bad for my health
I’m writing rhymes everyday pray to God for my strength
And everybody claim to know me know I hustle to death
I be rhyming for the love ain’t ashamed of my fate
I can’t doubt on my strength; I know it’s bad for my health
I’m writing rhymes everyday pray to God for my strength
And everybody claim to know me know I hustle to death
I be rhyming for the love ain’t ashamed of my fate
Verse:
Now I’m back at it, the same cat you laughed at him
Blazing out my tape, you’re stuck like crack addicts
Above average, I tame bars that’s once savage
Catching on my pace, you’re late! You can’t touch it!
Gotta let me shine with grace you learn something
They tried to paint a picture of my life, it ain’t nothing
Everything I said on rhymes it says something
It ain’t my muthafuckin problem that you can’t catch it
My thoughts in rap? I can floss with that
I came from the bottom now I’m bossing rap!
Recital:
See that’s way overrated you’d be whack to compliment it
I’d rather start investing than become a proclamation
Be the real deal, I’m talking be the conversation
The kind of money I can move and flip and start a nation
Free of starvation and women degradation
Where children find peace and a different conversation
I’m talking build a nation
Free of starvation and women degradation
Where children find peace and a different conversation
Verse:
So I step up in the booth with the heart to write rhymes
Polo on my shoes and I’m moving the ground now
Reminisce on charts so I pray on the right sound
Everything I face, I take on the grind now
Praying you relate so I’m making the cash now
Moving at the pace that my taste could bite y’all
See I was in the booth late nights no outcome
Writing out my heart so my pen could catch one
See I was on the grind but they passing my tape
The radio could never play cause my rhyming is dead
A&R can’t manage me, I suck at the game
No promoter can’t fuck with me, it’s down to myself
Hook:
I can’t doubt on my strength; I know it’s bad for my health
I’m writing rhymes everyday pray to God for my strength
And everybody claim to know me know I hustle to death
I be rhyming for the love ain’t ashamed of my fate
I can’t doubt on my strength; I know it’s bad for my health
I’m writing rhymes everyday pray to God for my strength
And everybody claim to know me know I hustle to death
I be rhyming for the love ain’t ashamed of my fate
Written by: Michael Chiphwanya
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