F. All The Haters
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โข02 Dec 2019
timing in rhyming evolution in a technology based world has definitely changed up a lot of things/ Like people say they don't waddle like a duck, but they walking just like that/ the more you learn about it you wonder how on earth dem guys from way back when ever got it like that man/ picturing standing on the corner rapping in a world where everyone could be family/to the painful realization that that is not the way to properly grasp it G/ thinking this gang shit is over but it's still exacting how it be crackin/ it's exactly how they be actin/ trackin back to a traphouse booby trapped with spikes and a phony address/depending on how you came out of it, just take a lot of things out of it/ remold it like clay.. so you can get the best recipes out of it/ so piping hot it burns for days, leaving stains on a stovepipes, you can hardly make any cents out of it/ So it's back to embracing those demons and at the same time you are fresh out of sage/ traveling back to them Indian days appreciating their old ways of living but it's just not that simple these days/ explode into a fit of rage so raw/ some of those long days you will, you will.../ be searching so desperately for change/ that you try to rep a different way, then start to cry about the way the haters hate/ Hell at the same time seeing others messing with your brain/ Can get hella depressing until you realize they actually loving with the hate, this underground space makes even an alien start 2 2nd guessing/while they busy pumping the brakes, just trying to get on another level, they shifting on a quickness just to try to find a balance on the bevel/ Not really knowing who they can trust because not everybody plays the same ways, just fucked up, yup I said it and you betta believe I meant it/ like when you watch and communicate to the point you become a prisoner of your own brain/ like I still have my priorities and they do not involve no new court case/ people posturing like they FBI and CIA, directing your various pathways, at least that's what you think at the time/ so once again you start changing your rhyming scheme to accommodate what you think they wanna listen to/ you get all excited about it and they do not want a thing to do with a stupid fool/ who's just trying to get paid the same way these rappers used to do/ think he's got an ounce of cells left in his brain/ when a matter of fact is that's a muscle too and he been working that shiv for days/ comeback with a new flame of passion so rowdy you can see a reflection flashing in them so proudly you feel the sense of urgency you just gotta go and brag about it/ look around everywhere you go because you picked some bad ways to go and bout them/ feeling like a loser if it's another 8yr old with a bot again/ looking for a solution with a lot of confusion because assuming and accusing has got you trapped in the darkness you losing yourself too/ then you try to cheat once by speeding it up/ so you go back once again, trash it and back it up because to you it's just gotta be genuine because you just gotta be proud of what you've done/ just don't take these games too personally because that's exactly how it works and if you doubt it your going downhill so destructive it'd make an avalanche have to go back to work/ looking like a cross between an uncle fester and murr you baulder than an alien from 1942 or are you like Peter's at the gate baby and he's not waiting for u./
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hell yeah my dude great track lyrically and I love da beat you road the beat right with your rhyme sceam love it! ๐ฏ respect!
timing in rhyming evolution in a technology based world has definitely changed up a lot of things/ Like people say they don't waddle like a duck, but they walking just like that/ the more you learn about it you wonder how on earth dem guys from way back when ever got it like that man/ picturing standing on the corner rapping in a world where everyone could be family/to the painful realization that that is not the way to properly grasp it G/ thinking this gang shit is over but it's still exacting how it be crackin/ it's exactly how they be actin/ trackin back to a traphouse booby trapped with spikes and a phony address/depending on how you came out of it, just take a lot of things out of it/ remold it like clay.. so you can get the best recipes out of it/ so piping hot it burns for days, leaving stains on a stovepipes, you can hardly make any cents out of it/ So it's back to embracing those demons and at the same time you are fresh out of sage/ traveling back to them Indian days appreciating their old ways of living but it's just not that simple these days/ explode into a fit of rage so raw/ some of those long days you will, you will.../ be searching so desperately for change/ that you try to rep a different way, then start to cry about the way the haters hate/ Hell at the same time seeing others messing with your brain/ Can get hella depressing until you realize they actually loving with the hate, this underground space makes even an alien start 2 2nd guessing/while they busy pumping the brakes, just trying to get on another level, they shifting on a quickness just to try to find a balance on the bevel/ Not really knowing who they can trust because not everybody plays the same ways, just fucked up, yup I said it and you betta believe I meant it/ like when you watch and communicate to the point you become a prisoner of your own brain/ like I still have my priorities and they do not involve no new court case/ people posturing like they FBI and CIA, directing your various pathways, at least that's what you think at the time/ so once again you start changing your rhyming scheme to accommodate what you think they wanna listen to/ you get all excited about it and they do not want a thing to do with a stupid fool/ who's just trying to get paid the same way these rappers used to do/ think he's got an ounce of cells left in his brain/ when a matter of fact is that's a muscle too and he been working that shiv for days/ comeback with a new flame of passion so rowdy you can see a reflection flashing in them so proudly you feel the sense of urgency you just gotta go and brag about it/ look around everywhere you go because you picked some bad ways to go and bout them/ feeling like a loser if it's another 8yr old with a bot again/ looking for a solution with a lot of confusion because assuming and accusing has got you trapped in the darkness you losing yourself too/ then you try to cheat once by speeding it up/ so you go back once again, trash it and back it up because to you it's just gotta be genuine because you just gotta be proud of what you've done/ just don't take these games too personally because that's exactly how it works and if you doubt it your going downhill so destructive it'd make an avalanche have to go back to work/ looking like a cross between an uncle fester and murr you baulder than an alien from 1942 or are you like Peter's at the gate baby and he's not waiting for u./
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