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culture vulture - outre lyrics

(griot)
i don’t want much i just want enough
enough to see that i’m getting somewhere knowing i’m enough
people laugh about things that you dream of
like they’re good enough, i’ve seen enough
cris*crossing with different concepts like i’m kanye west
i treat my pen like a gun i’m creative like rza
different and unique like tyler

(gabbie page)
i’m sippin on gin ang juice
throwin in the ice from the page to the mic now
i’m bout to take the lights out
no mattеr if it’s paper or a glass or a pipe
im a beast on thе rhymes i’ll
whip the verbs and nouns out
hundred different sounds i’m
tryna make it heard not some generic hustle tussle sh*t
man ain’t that absurd?
and that’s exactly what it is
why’d it have to be like this though
this flow, real slow, comin’ out your stereo
no show, low blow gatekeeping gizmo
keep holding up the gate coz’ i’m bout to run it down
it don’t matter if i’m late i’ll just circle back around
then i’m setting up a circus coz’ i’m bringing all the clowns

(beo weapon)
what’s this about? what’s with the clout chasing?
my patience are running out
won’t find a different route
try to race the pacing but these f*ckers just drag me down
now sit down tight cuz i might be loud like a poltergeist cuz i

(gabbie page)
had enough of all the sh*t you put me through
now i’m turning my rage into
music you can listen with your fake ass crew
if you ain’t with it then f*ck you too b*tch

(griot)
weekend, fridays when we go
gatekeepers on a plastic throne
i see the world like a drone
off the dome, my art is born

(mnwlly)
oohh they keep coming nonstop dialing
keep on talking sh*t “nonsense” in my vocabulary better shut it
clean history on my phone logs and only 2025 in my contacts
oops wrong number

(griot)
check my paper full of poems
shout my name it’s f*ckin laurence
found a passion now a prophet
split the ocean like i’m moses

(beo weapon)
murder the angels if they’re keeping guard
the gate is open for ages, they can’t claim the stages
that’s quiet strange?
wait, that ain’t a f*cking angel!
its a deceiver, achiever of the perceived deception
guess i’m either gonna recede now or maybe later
or maybe i can take it and make me my own savior
say your prayers cuz all these non believers
preach on their own, doesn’t really know anything do yah?
now get the f*ck out of my way
cuz i gotta get going don’t ruin my day b*tch
imma raise my fist, i insist
clench it put it in your face little sh*t
get f*cked by the industry that you f*ckers believe in
well the deceiver gets their own deceiving
ugh
i don’t consider you foes
i don’t just slither and grow
cuz all i know is that i just showed my potential
the music is the credential
but i get muted then they question and mention
“what makes you special?”
“did you make the instrumental?”

“baby girl are you lost?
i don’t think this is your lane
there’s a path you can’t cross
so pause or it will cost you a ball and chain
all of you can crawl in the bucket
the crab will drag you down and plummet
grab you till you drown
you and the ground, i’m above it”

it doesn’t matter if you drag me to abyss
i have a ladder for this pit
just forget your upset
i bet you sweat by thinking i exist!

destined to be the weapon did i just threaten you?
or i am just a threat to you

- outre lyrics

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