Survival Songtext
von Mic Geronimo

With blood, sweat and tears,
I′ve been at it for years,
I swear,
I'm bound to make it totally clear,
Ain′t no turning back,
Conceivably when I attack,
I'll be running rap,
A thousand soldiers on my side,
Like a diplomat,
It's old and it′s finally time, Besides that, you never seen a rap like mine,
In the cut, analyse how to maintain and rise,
Seeing the fire inside of my eyes,
We been through,
I got a bone a pick with those who pretend to,
Open my hand for the slap I extend you,
Servin′ you something like a platter on a menu,
My back against the wall, you'll get sent though
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