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Che Noir

Che Noir is a musical artist known for her work in hip-hop and rap. Hailing from Buffalo, New York, her style is characterized by introspective and poetic lyricism, often tackling themes such as personal growth, social issues, and the struggles of life. Che Noir has gained recognition for her intricate wordplay and storytelling abilities, solidifying her reputation as a talented lyricist in the rap scene. more »

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Yeah, uh, look
Failed missions had me by the wells wishing
First time she met her pops
Was on a jail visit intel visions
Young black males pitching with aprons on
Cooking angel dust up in hell's kitchen
Lifestyle glitz and glamour get you excited
They told me life's a movie
You'll never get to rewind it
Took a seat on the throne now
I get to recline and
Feed my haters four clips
That shit'll give you the itis
I pray for wisdom more than I pray for money
'Cause my mind the only thing that
These crackers ain't taking from me
Them rainy days, sick of water
Make 'em sunny they hate me
They claim they love me then pull
Up and make it bloody
Dreams vivid, tryna seek riches
Taking beach visit's feet lifted
We the same person but we bleed different
Sneak disses won't get you a re-listen
I'm from where the fiends visit
So it's hard to keep a clean kitchen
Life or death, tough decisions, you decide it
They tryna go head to head
What's a midget to a giant?
They gave us two choices
That's either hoop or rhymin'
Mama told me
"They gon' see you different when
You lose your hymen"
Niggas talk too much so I
Had to move in silence
They fucking up the game 'cause they
Ain't learn the rules behind it
Every time I'm spittin' they know
It's a jewel behind it
But sometimes you might not catch
It until you rewind it
I'm just tryna cop me a crib
With a pool behind it
And pass out paper to my
Niggas like a school assignment
Got it out the mud, bitch
I was used to grindin'
The results, now the chain and
The wrist scuba diving, nigga

If it's a problem it's probably me
Tell 'em how you gon' solve Ran
It's all scams
Gotta box for these niggas you call champ
One more chance
I be checking your twitter feed
For your bitter tweets
Its grizzly in this bubble
I'm witnessing more rants
If y'all can't keep it composed
You gon' reap what you sow
The floor's damp
Seekin' for gold can also weaken your sole
Or cause cramps, even stomach pains
I used to wanna be Hov until I was told
Mocking Jay can lead to some hunger games
Who want the rain? I brainstorm terror
Heavy since second grade, inject the blade
Cut off your Caesar, who tryna catch a fade?
Respect the brave, I want the title
So put it next to Jay's
The rest get slayed, ain't no survival
Who want the next grenade?
A mess is made, blood on the Bible
That's how you bless a grave
Possess a gauge, judge all my rivals
I can't respect a slave
Yeah, you the realest and we get it
But please let it go
'cause banks can't recognize street credit
The bar's high 'cause we set it
It's amazing 'cause we said it
I rehearsed it and re-read it, controversial
I regret it all my verses is C-sected (Huh)
You gotta feed us
We out this bitch starving for greatness
But you don't see this (Huh, yo, ayy yo)

I come from a different set of rules
We was raised by it
Can't give these new dudes drugs to move
'cause they may try it
All the pain, I was made by it
Before I ate like a king
Plenty days was on a slave diet
Stayed quiet, learned from talkers
Urban New Yorkers, it's beef?
Only thing I'm concerned with is torture
You die here like service from barbers
Contracts on your head that's been
Signed with a permanent marker
He don't know why he worried and cautious
Inferiority make y'all niggas
Nervous and awkward
I ain't never been worried 'bout talking
Thirty-three bosses in a Zoom meeting
Speaking with currency offers
I did it my way, they did it their way
My way made me a
Millionaire without getting airplay
I been in their place, that shit is hearsay
Niggas ain't got the chandelier sitting
Over the spinning staircase
They're fake, make my ears ache
Gold 357, got fly weapons like a airbase
I'm shooting everything, bare face
I see a Polo sweater
And put a bullet in a bear face truss

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