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Kader
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Tattle Teller
I grew up when the time ain't good (You love it) Basketball was a mile from the hood (Get Buckets) I use it everytime I should (Say Fuck It)
I have some problems but I solve em' with this pen and paper labor ain't a thing that I crave But when you see me across the street do you look both ways before waving hey to me, I might just be your favorite rapper, your favorite actor, And if you see me walking faster away from your direction Your can be caught with a feeling of rejection, And instead of taking it as an exception you get hectic, You get domestic, sometimes when I speak I think I'm mad dyslexic, I think I'm mad impressed with all this Compton vibe, but when you have peace with war it's not a powerful collide, instead with it brings tides, two different groups with different truths about life. I Could just write along the guidlines of what these black folks wanna hear, Or I could branch out with different topics, bringing a different type of meaning to the ear and when they hear the funk, the rap, the hip hop happening they'll be sure to know what it is that I'm cracking in fact I could just sit back and relax, and watch while reacting consciously and obviously, letting go of all honestly, probably, just get even more irony, the more I sit back, closing my eyes losing all reality, reality bites back as I open my eyes and see that the folks that I thought believed has all the sense, had blown right past my album, the date is way past Novemeber The Fifth, I confess, i commit to several crimes relating to why I'm so pissed Why I'm so drenched In frustation and hatred toward my own community, all of the good rap is immune to me, I will soon sit down and see the problem with this industry it's definetely not what it used to be, if I'm right, I can indite these lyrics most agreeably, and easily fit for the more intellegent folk and peacfully deliver the message in all my passages, without being wreckless And relieving myself after it's been so skeptic with all the new figures who make it no difference to make a good move on all the ignorance in the nigga sense I could probably trap, rap, spit bars about how callous I can act To my brotha's while also stating that I love them right back, I track all of these tracks and attract all types of wack rappers from different places, losing myself in different young creative faces, the rest of them have neurosis, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com prescription pills in large doses, I can tell the coldness and boldness apart from you in the coldest nights, your thought hopping like locust in the dark rise I can compremise every vibe through your eyes I see why I see sly imperfections in your reflection I can see your anorexic gaining in self-pity i can truly see that you're with me but have to hide your opinion you call em nitwits I suppose the kids you around blinded by hoes fast cars trap houses, spittin' bars but they won't make as far as you, jail will in be the only thing living in their view I know the truth about you Yes I do you have this girl that you want but she does see through she ignores all your workings to have her and it's not working for you or her she steady twerking on dumb nigga's and you observing like it's a one man show. I know that you also wish to blow like Nas and knock the Earth off axis ass bastard that could send a vibe through the North alleyways and bring back before axe-mass (X-Mas) ass faggot with the bars the cure the inactive but you're afraid that your voice can not sooth the lyrics or bring original flow thought of when crafting this motive or topic factless with out words you're a shaftless actions can cause drastic ass factions. And now you want to rap about ill stories that never happend or how 'hood' you think your city is but not really asking yourself how it's even right when LA got gangs that bang hard than the LA slang. Then you wanna rap about how you think the album is lacking the ingredients to relieve the media's hunger and infact making it worse and than it's now asking for more ass rapper. And then you want to go off topic in half your verse thinking you're making some elaborate as matter you half- ass crafter you think you're the shit when you've only been doing since November the Fifth back in two thousand twelve when all the girls that you knew where pearls to your eyes and now hurl and despise them as you see them, oh yeah you fucking off-topic ass- asshole SHIT.
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