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descent - isaiah & hovey lyrics

[verse 1: isaiah]
how should i begin this? like i’m so offended?
really i’m just hyped, appreciate it that you’re listening
same time, i don’t get it, how are we not being mentioned?
me and hovey benjamin, you heard these instrumentals, man?
perhaps the fact that the state in which i rap
has got a bad rap itself, that sh-t’s bad for my health
problem is, i got it bad for the belt
but the bottom & back bus is like a pathway to h-ll
past 2nd street, guess i’m halfway to h-ll
i hit h-ll in a hand basket so p-ss me the l
my eyes turn red, i feel my capillaries swell
between my eyes and the smell, it ain’t hard to tell
these cats want support yet they stay on some bogus sh-t
then when i don’t plug for them, they act sanctimonious
in the field of rap, i’m supreme
keep sleeping, i’ll turn the field of rap into the field of dreams
if you want me on a track, blow that to smithereens
i’ve murdered every beat that’s in my path and i still hear the screams
“if you build it, they will come,” that’s what a voice said
if they listen, i’ll keep spitting till i gots no voice left

[hook: isaiah]
f-ck with me! f-ck with me!
listen to my sh-t!
and if you don’t think it’s dope, yo
i don’t care, yo, suck my d-ck!
i’m the man, i’m the man
and i’m entering my prime
making these f-ckheads mad
cause we’re stealing all their shine, ha!

[bridge]
b-tch!
mother f-cker!
b-tches
[repeat 3x]

[verse 2: isaiah]
it’s a motherf-cking m-ssacre
leaving residue in bongs for the scavengers
sparking up my joint, homes, my point is
i got this b-tch wrapped like my joint is
b-tch, i’m on the bubble, b-tch, i’m on the cusp
b-tch, i’m f-cking trouble, need a hubble when i bust
because i’m a f-cking star, peep the constellation
life is an observatory, peep the observation
a lot of cats are waiting for me to make a statement
it seems every time i run my mouth i get standing ovation
they tell me to be patient but i pay little mind
motherf-ckers want me dead, i only got a little time
not to be too morbid, my thoughts aren’t sordid or nothing
trynna get my thoughts sorted or something
i keep so many flows i’m like a h–rder or something
girls, bounce on your toes till the floorboards are jumping
prude women dig and the wh0r-s f-cking love it
ritzy chicks up on my sh-t like an hors d’oeuvre, no fronting
leprechaun… gotta gold pot of something
never been, but heard my songs go hard in london
probably because my mind shines bright like tungsten
w… just checked in like dunston
for the w, getting paid… ed wuncler
or westbrook, b-tch, i bring that thunder
i think i’m kd, i think i’m kg
tom brady, these b-tches want my baby
a word to the djs hesitant to play me:
everybody goes crazy when they hear that boy zay c

[hook]

[outro]
i drink the rum so i could feel good!

f-ck with me, f-ck with me…

smoking all this weed
f-cking all these b-tches
smoking all this weed
getting higher than a muh f-cker
…higher than them other brothers

isaiah the gentleman, here with dr. hovey…

- isaiah hovey lyrics

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