Murderous Lyricist Songtext
he said.. it must be hard to be little
but every bar I spit is hard to belittle
so pardon the shit that I'm starting, but he's already brittle
his little heart, I got it caught in a pickle
crippled, I'm carving initials across the middle of it, scarred with a riddle
whittled inside of it, that his mind will never solve in time and it
finally crossed their mind that I'm fine if I crossed a line a bit
more than fine, matter fact, it's exhilarating
I feel amazing, no will or way rehabilitating
gonna change the way that I move, they can assume
but soon or later made a fool when they're unable to prove
'cause when it comes to it, nothing gonna come from it
you're mumbling a bunch of what you're gonna do but nothing when in front of it
so sit, save your breath, instead of speaking under it
be confident but let the talent speak, that's what humble is
don't need the words to reinforce, I got the action
I'm laughing at what he's arrogant for and it's not the passion
or talent, it's tryna hide the insecurity for lacking both
holding back but when his back is turned to me, I'm at his throat
you heard of me, you had to know, why you acting so surprised?
lines I write are so official I don't have to notarize
I know whenever a set of vendettas separate head for the same endeavor
instead of aiming together
to get it, they're made competitors..at their own accord
and take whatever measure the leverage is never overboard
to them.. 'cause it's them or you, but if it's them or me
I let em see the repercussions of the whoever he pretends to be
the big persona and role that you play is stronger
than what you're able to back when the act is taken up onto
the street they're like "she's so sweet
tryna rap" until they heard her finally snapping on that preemo beat
but I'm like me? I'm chilling, honestly this is light work
another thirty minute verse I probably should rewrite first
but.. I'm lazy as hell, I just say what I felt
and then release it to the people, pray they take it in well
and if they don't, guess the bad is mine
I'll just travel back in time and stop before I baffle minds so bad they fail to fathom mine
but every bar I spit is hard to belittle
so pardon the shit that I'm starting, but he's already brittle
his little heart, I got it caught in a pickle
crippled, I'm carving initials across the middle of it, scarred with a riddle
whittled inside of it, that his mind will never solve in time and it
finally crossed their mind that I'm fine if I crossed a line a bit
more than fine, matter fact, it's exhilarating
I feel amazing, no will or way rehabilitating
gonna change the way that I move, they can assume
but soon or later made a fool when they're unable to prove
'cause when it comes to it, nothing gonna come from it
you're mumbling a bunch of what you're gonna do but nothing when in front of it
so sit, save your breath, instead of speaking under it
be confident but let the talent speak, that's what humble is
don't need the words to reinforce, I got the action
I'm laughing at what he's arrogant for and it's not the passion
or talent, it's tryna hide the insecurity for lacking both
holding back but when his back is turned to me, I'm at his throat
you heard of me, you had to know, why you acting so surprised?
lines I write are so official I don't have to notarize
I know whenever a set of vendettas separate head for the same endeavor
instead of aiming together
to get it, they're made competitors..at their own accord
and take whatever measure the leverage is never overboard
to them.. 'cause it's them or you, but if it's them or me
I let em see the repercussions of the whoever he pretends to be
the big persona and role that you play is stronger
than what you're able to back when the act is taken up onto
the street they're like "she's so sweet
tryna rap" until they heard her finally snapping on that preemo beat
but I'm like me? I'm chilling, honestly this is light work
another thirty minute verse I probably should rewrite first
but.. I'm lazy as hell, I just say what I felt
and then release it to the people, pray they take it in well
and if they don't, guess the bad is mine
I'll just travel back in time and stop before I baffle minds so bad they fail to fathom mine
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