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monsters - craft-d lyrics

[hook: sample from meg & dia’s ‘monster’]

monster, how should i feel?
creatures lie here, looking through the window
monster, how should i feel?
creatures lie here, looking through the window

[verse 1]
they must be getting knackered always rapping in vain
cause if we’re rapping to gain we’re backtracking again
explain – what’s a rap if you ain’t racking your brains?
they’re sayin’ rap is a game, they’re playing stacking the chains
that’s when the music video gets them attracted to fame
they wanna get a life but it’s the smack that they crave
soon they’re relapsing again, one foot back in the grave
their heads are really spinning now like ‘pac in his grave
he can’t tell if he’s napping cause of crack in his veins
what’s the point, he thinks, he might just put a cap in his brain
and pretty soon he’s out of cash so he’s back in the drains
he’ll take whatever he can find to tackle the pain
but now he’s sick of living this, he says he’s gon’ depart from it
he knows it’s gon’ be hard to quit, he can’t allow his guard to slip
but just when he’s about to make a charge and put his heart in it
he switches on the box again, the very thing that started it
monster

[hook]

[verse 2]
when the media’s corrupting, ego’s are erupting
some wanna chase their dreams but their amigos are disrupting
can’t figure out why, but he feels like he’s destructing
is it the people he’s been trusting or the weed that he’s been touching
nah, it’s cause he’s bleeding, and his t–th all look disgusting
he’s looking at his life and knows it really needs adjusting
see he’s trying to change, but he’s always crying in pain
you’re a slave just complying, they’re supplying the chains
but, it’s hard to get from tobacco to back home
borrowed money then that turns into a bank loan
those people may be snakes but you ain’t even got a backbone
and that’s how everybody acts cloned
social constructs, people that are on stuff
your destination changes like you just got on the wrong bus
they end up dead, it starts with one touch, one puff
not just wake up every morning saying, ‘that was pretty strong stuff’
monster

[hook]

[verse 3]
look – i ain’t trying to sound rude or bitter
but mainstream rap’s becoming spewed out litter
see i don’t want weed, i need more food and liquor
back when the lyricists were shrewd and quicker
before the crack and the straps, before the c before rap
now it’s emotionally black, which means we’re stoically whack
putting the poet back in rap because we owe it to ‘pac
the words have lost their meaning, meaning lyrically whack
but if you think that this is all about the spliff or the joint you’re missing the point
cause all the sniffing is kicking his joints and all the sipping is stripping his voice
he’s missing a royce, but won’t be 5’9 without a 9 to 5
he’s always high so work ain’t something that he feels inclined to find
twenty a day, heading astray, it only leads to mess
put your body in danger cause that’ll relieve the stress
it doesn’t have to be about the concerts, sponsors
forget the cr-p and let’s get back to rapping it conscious
monsters

- craft d lyrics

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