Uh! It’s Peggy, baby! (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) You ain’t ready for this one. [Verse 1] Young black Luther, moving like a king in exile, They want my style, but they scared of the profile. No smile, razorblade grin when I touch mics, Revolution humming through the static of your dim lights. I’m too loud, too proud, too dangerous, Swagger so sharp, cut deep where the patience is. They’d rather I was silent like a Luther sermon, But the truth burns worse than these bridges I’m turning. They call me Peggy, the renegade conductor, Strings pulling tight, orchestrating this rupture. Cynics on the left, snakes on the right, But I moonwalk past ’em, Luther in the night. [Chorus] Call me Luther, stepping out the fire with the glow up, Never fold, always show up, yeah, we blow up. Chains on my wrist, but the spirit’s unshackled, My anthem’s a weapon, watch the system unravel. [Verse 2] You want freedom? Gotta snatch it out the jaws of lions, Dreams deferred, they keep us on the verge of dying. Luther had a dream, I got nightmares vivid, ’Cause the past ain’t past-it’s the present we live in. Every bar’s a sermon, gospel of resistance, Every beat slap is an act of persistence. They pray I lose focus, pray I fade to black, But I rise from the rubble, got the world on my back. Streaming revolution, disrupt your algorithms, Peggy on the mic, breaking cycles of your systems. You can’t kill the spirit, can’t censor the sound, Luther with the vibes, turning chains into crowns. [Bridge] Yeah, I’m the voice you can’t mute, The ghost of Luther King with a punk rap suit. Mic check, resurrection through the verse, Flip pain to power, baptize me in the curse. [Chorus] Call me Luther, stepping out the fire with the glow up, Never fold, always show up, yeah, we blow up. Chains on my wrist, but the spirit’s unshackled, My anthem’s a weapon, watch the system unravel. [Outro] Peggy, Peggy-walk like Luther in the moonlight. They want the truth, but they can’t handle the fuse right. King of my own, throne carved from the rubble, Call me Luther, the revolution is subtle.
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Heavenly as always boss 🙏 Thank you
Uh!
It’s Peggy, baby!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
You ain’t ready for this one.
[Verse 1]
Young black Luther, moving like a king in exile,
They want my style, but they scared of the profile.
No smile, razorblade grin when I touch mics,
Revolution humming through the static of your dim lights.
I’m too loud, too proud, too dangerous,
Swagger so sharp, cut deep where the patience is.
They’d rather I was silent like a Luther sermon,
But the truth burns worse than these bridges I’m turning.
They call me Peggy, the renegade conductor,
Strings pulling tight, orchestrating this rupture.
Cynics on the left, snakes on the right,
But I moonwalk past ’em, Luther in the night.
[Chorus]
Call me Luther, stepping out the fire with the glow up,
Never fold, always show up, yeah, we blow up.
Chains on my wrist, but the spirit’s unshackled,
My anthem’s a weapon, watch the system unravel.
[Verse 2]
You want freedom? Gotta snatch it out the jaws of lions,
Dreams deferred, they keep us on the verge of dying.
Luther had a dream, I got nightmares vivid,
’Cause the past ain’t past-it’s the present we live in.
Every bar’s a sermon, gospel of resistance,
Every beat slap is an act of persistence.
They pray I lose focus, pray I fade to black,
But I rise from the rubble, got the world on my back.
Streaming revolution, disrupt your algorithms,
Peggy on the mic, breaking cycles of your systems.
You can’t kill the spirit, can’t censor the sound,
Luther with the vibes, turning chains into crowns.
[Bridge]
Yeah, I’m the voice you can’t mute,
The ghost of Luther King with a punk rap suit.
Mic check, resurrection through the verse,
Flip pain to power, baptize me in the curse.
[Chorus]
Call me Luther, stepping out the fire with the glow up,
Never fold, always show up, yeah, we blow up.
Chains on my wrist, but the spirit’s unshackled,
My anthem’s a weapon, watch the system unravel.
[Outro]
Peggy, Peggy-walk like Luther in the moonlight.
They want the truth, but they can’t handle the fuse right.
King of my own, throne carved from the rubble,
Call me Luther, the revolution is subtle.
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@@mr.unfunny. nah is it acc?
"its Peggy baby"