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cool - fotp lyrics

don’t you know i can run this place?
you can’t match my pace
but i’d rather end this race
you’re the reason i’ve become this way
you love my brightness, you don’t see my darkness
it follows me, and makes feel so heartless
i’m the smartest, but i can’t articulate
so i’m leaving it up to fate
my intuition has always been golden
that why you’ll never catch me holding
my words are thunder in the sky
i’ll never get high, yeah i’m that guy
why won’t you even say hi?
instead you’ve painted me a terrorist
i think i need a therapist
you can hear me in the words of poets
and find me in the art of artists
their blood flows in my veins
should i forgive or make it rain?
you taught me better than that
you taught me to aim for the head
squeeze the trigger, and never look back
but muhammad is the one i follow
god’s chosen are the ones i march with
let me walk in their footsteps
let me lead you to the light
can’t you see me? i’m so bright!
look at how they depict me on tv
no wonder why you can’t see me
the rivers should flow with their blood
you fools are my fuel
let me drown in a pool of cool
i’m gonna be a shining star
with fancy cars
i’m gonna go far
and leave ya where you are
if this ain’t beef then tell me what you’d call it
let’s see who’s got the better aim in this game
call me a terrorist one time; can’t put the blame on you
call me a terrorist two times; i’ll put the blame on you
call me a terrorist three times; the choppas coming out and i’m unloading on you
let me cut with the bullsh-t
who else wants to die as much as me?
there’d be so much terror without me
they say pride is the sign of a foolish man
who the f-ck do you think you’re talking to?
you were too blind to see me grow up right in front of you
i love it when you haters keep saying my name
seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain
put your cojones on the table, let’s play this game
you can’t even hear me, let alone understand my pain
you motherf-ckers ain’t gonna live long enough to roast me
i’m sick of talking to you b-tches, you’re nothing but snitches
in my head i’m so immaculate
i’m a mothaf-cking king when it comes to this rapping sh-t
don’t you think i deserve to f-ck a b-tch?
she’ll probably accuse me of raping her
hashtag me too
i’ll clap back hashtag f-ck you
f-ck everybody, i ride alone
scribble some notes and then i write a song
when i feel like i’m in h-ll my ideas are what get me through pain
all i see when i cry is laughter
i guess i’ll get my revenge in the hereafter

- fotp lyrics

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