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stop selling out rap - scrupulous lyrics

all of these junkies can’t even make their shows
you need a real entertainer, i be your pro
we don’t necessarily need to go back
but we do got to remove this subcategory of rap that allows sh-t like kodak black
to step on the toes of nipsy’s girl like she a hoe
stop disrespecting your sisters if you’re trying to convince yourself you’re another mister – pac shakur
hold up ‘fore i c-ck a ghat and cop this wh-r- riding wannabe rat
you think you’re gangster cus you got some jewels and some tatts
but the street life is engraved in my blood
step to me and step to an army
i’ll pull a real gang together in 1,2,3
so you’d better be ready to d.i.e
when you f-ck with thee k19
lily of the valley and a fool drops dead
you’d better pray that’s how you go
you don’t wanna tyre rollin’ over your head
i’m already on the edge
careful i don’t come off my meds
and rip you to shreds
i’m consumed by the dread
when i pick sober over getting high instead

that was just fair warning
for all of these bees swarming
advocates of mumble rap
stingers ready for attack
i’m walking, you didn’t think i was actually gonna b b b b-mble back
lean, codeine, weed and xanax
why don’t you f-cks just smoke some crack and choke
overdose and let hip-hops revenge exact
i don’t normally wish death on another man but understand
the state you got the love of my life
next thing to my kid and my wife
this is the same way you’d react
if someone treated your girl like that
and if that’s corny so be it
just trying to make you f-cks see it
not one of these f-cks can spit a bar
or a metaphor, on one hand i could keep score
in fact i don’t even need a hand but sh-t that’d be sore
maybe i’ll use the same saw blade
and have my day made
when i cut into your torso
with zero remorse, no
thoughts of a recourse, though
the thought in mind
to move 3 days forward in time
so it’s no longer fresh on my mind
plus it gives me time for the cops to stop hitting rewind to try and find the suspect
the cops go blind
and i rid of the bodies with no trace or sign, and i’m like… fine

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i’ll bring back the snapback
revive the wife beaters
bring back the chain links and bleeders
go back to being a chronic lyric reader
obsess over every word
til they call you a nerd
i’m bringing 90’s back
like the terminator
to attack your dad’s b-llsack
so you can’t be a hater later
you’ll cry crocodile tears
when i say see you later alligator
cus i need sp-ce
like darth vader
russel crowe’s gladiator
speaking of crossovers that don’t make sense
i’ll throw stones the size of the f-ckin enterprise over your fence
and have it stretch you short
like my teachers used to sell me in my school reports
what the f-ck do i care? kids, schools for dorks
i’m joking of course
but seriously… it is

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and here’s something else..

sometimes i wake or never sleep
in the morning hours i keep
on counting sheep
is it an insomniac you call that?
when you pop pills in advance of tomorrow’s ill
all i hear is “babe keep still”
but the night terrors won’t stop til they’ve had their fill
yeah i’ll keep still if you sell me pills that make me puke white foam at will
too good to be true i’d say
they always did find a way to f-cking betray me, they belay and delay me
from a knight who slay me
yes i am talking suicide in mind for anyone confused after 3 lines
better start breaking down these bars like i gotta life sentence and i’m taking it hard
starting to understand why you lack the capacity to ident-ty with my chops it’s cus you f-cks don’t get what it means to feel the weight of the world when it drops
poetry means nothing now it’s all about an image
not a f-cking one of you motherf-ckers could bring scrimmage
to a street fight
or a beat, might
pick you up in my scope, sight, locked, chamber, pipe, trigger tight, pop!

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how many bars can i spew?
the amount of venom due
could k!ll every motherf-cker in this earthling zoo
i’m angry as f-ck, i do this for you
i pain myself with something i made peace with, i spent a fortune
i was blessed but i wanna rap
so i gave up bliss to inhabit a trap
now i’m stuck and frustrated as f-ck
that i gambled my luck
to get back on the mic but be caught in the muck
like a grave robber caught loading corpses onto a truck
now where the f-ck you supposed to pick up?

- scrupulous lyrics

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