Tekst piosenki
Hush, take a moment and please listen
The game is a dictatorship, I aim to lead the resistance
When it comes to rap, always litter, never recycle
And do not waste your time praising a fake rap idol
Yes, Please believe Rainey will expose and Embarrass you
With Flow so sick, I spit and give niggas Moleria
Do not give a fuck about race or denominations
Back slap Satan with gloves that’s steel plated
Hyperbolic enditement, a psychological pirate
Illuminati mamis say they wanna be enlightened like:
„Is there relevence to my existence?”
„Hardly.”
You couldn’t see me like a fit Chris Farley
Used to be edge, now I’m on that Bob Marley
Ever had one of those nights where you just feel like killing everything?
It’s like that every night for me so I just let it settle in
It keeps meddling, on, it keeps peddling
Into the back of my brain and the thought is unsettling
The mischief that I’m up to is conspicuous
But what scares me most is I’m aware of every bit of it
They say the ugliest niggas get the hottest bitches
So I cut my face up with mami’s fancy dishes
Now I’m sittin’ wishin’
That these fucking incisions
Do for me what I had so confidently predicted
Do not give a fuck if what I’m saying is ridiculous
Because I’m sick of listening to insufficient gibberish
I’d rather spit it real, and have nobody like the shit
Than pretend I’m something I’m not, just so people could buy the shit
Yeah, I’m not in it for the paper
I’m in it for something greater
You’re in it for something faker than an Amish automaker
And I’m starting to lose my patience like a schizophrenic painter
This one’s for all my big dreamers who can’t sleep
And for all of my visionaries who can’t see:
Had those nights where you feel like killing everything?
It’s like that every night for me so I just let it settle in
It keeps meddling, on, it keeps peddling
Into the back of my brain and the thought is unsettling
The mischief that I’m up to is conspicuous
But what scares me most is I’m aware of every bit of it
Aware of every bit of it
Nightmares fuck up my thoughts so terribly that you would think I was illiterate
But I’m very articulate
When it comes to spittin’ shit
I come with a flow that makes slang sound pontificate
The word is pontificate
I’m here to eliminate
Not to mention disintegrate
Every equivocate rapper who’s lines don’t reciprocate
With what listeners are bringin’ up to the dinner plate
Fuck it, I’m in your face
You’re providing poison that I will not stand for
What you think I was born with hands for?
For one of those nights where I just feel like killing everything
It’s like that every night for me so I just let it settle in
It keeps meddling, on, it keeps peddling
Into the back of my fucking brain and it’s unsettling
The mischief that I’m up to is conspicuous
But what scares me most is I’m aware of every fucking bit of it
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