A. Moseley
A. is 27 years old.
He is the Rapper of $upreme N T M.
A. is also known as "A.$.H".
A. is located in Vilnius at Mirties slėnis.
A. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
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II My People
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Song Details
II My People is Singalong music in tempo Moderato. The music is perfect and the lyrics are wonderful. The song was written 4/10/2023 by A. Moseley. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
41 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
20 |
| Genre: |
Hip Hop |
| Owner: |
$upreme N T M |
| First Revealed: |
1/1/2024 |
Dominant Instruments
Rapper
Piano
Bass Guitar
Drums
Turntable System
Special Lyrics
[Verse 1: Rioloco]
I'll explain to you, what I like is smoking spliffs
And then build riffs that are competitive
To be able to make music while keeping my ethics
Make money without ever staining the image of my clique
It's crazy but that's how it is, I feed on that
I need this, my balance depends on this
I'm on the mic man, and then I like it
I like when it goes paw, when it comes from below, and then when it's not
Polished, licked, too sophisticated it's sin
I prefer to approach the truth without cheating
Without ever changing my tune
And then keep my role, hold the jail, stay in pole position
Not very comfortable, but it does not matter I like the challenge
Wear the jersey stamped with the seal of those who disturb
Is an honor for me, as for all my accomplices
My cronies, my cronies, tired of this farce
We no longer want to suffer and continue to play minions
Know that what I yearn for is mine to breathe
[Chorus]
Cause that's my people
I make music for my people
[Verse 2: Ash]
Apart from smoking spliffs, my first love is chilling
Stay still within mine, let me go
To unpack bullshit, talk just to talk
Remaking the world with our quirky vision
We're crazy stuck in stairwells
Held hostage by the high number of bearings
And in the long run, man, I assure you, all that weighs
'96, I still see lit embers
In the tired eyes of the neighborhood kids
Pass, pass the mic that I develop my contaminated ideas
It's true, I'm undermined but determined
Never really let go, what can you do?
I'm not here to take hits, or even to shut up
If the FN brandishes its flame, I'm here to put it out, that's clear!
No flash of genius just a lyrics that springs
Of my mind, dedicated to my posse