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lirik lagu lemon pepper freestyle – isaac rudder

[intro 1 * micwise]
just realness, right?
this is my favourite type of verse, you know?
no restrictions, no time limit
just… just talk and say what you have to say
you know what i mean?
therapy session sh*t
‘wise

[verse 1 * micwise]
last man standing ’cause the rest were goners
gifted with words, gift and a curse
’cause heaven and h*ll it brought us
still, we’re treading waters
they tell we head overseas but try to keep venes
from these domestic borders
contradictory as festive mourners
still we trekking onwards
your head bobs like we’re pelting quarters
straight bars i ain’t sketched a chorus
youths here, they ain’t playing football but defending corners
they dead informers
block steaming like some sweating saunas
the 1% making sure their cheddar launders
from several bosses i neglected offers
i rather break into the game
no invitation like some wedding stormers
pedestrian, ’cause to h*ll with talkers
meaning i walk the walk, just for the stretch and warm ups
on my job not the firing line
so when i’m in the firing line, i’m firing lines
the bantering is alright
but don’t expect me when i’m slandered just to talk nice
aye, i found a passion that had caught life
never been a trend questioning my pen
you gon’ see the answer when you cross mic
my sole intention is so the flow is mentioned
separate from the main crowd, sh*t is a smoking section
f*ck folks perception
’cause the way the fans reacting it’s a wedding in alaska
all i get is a cold reception
even though i wrote perfection
yeah the verses sick but listeners is bad doctors, no detection
during my own reflection
i look at hip hop and all i see is misuse and it’s giving me shoulder tension
’cause it rubs me the wrong way, i never like those
social commentary, you’d think i was penning kaisos
instead i write flows
from a land where the block seeing more red dots than under your spelling typos
they keep neglecting crime zones
the powers that be, they try their best to hide this message like texting side hoes
those fraid to say it like, “how in the h*ll you write those?”
i’m here serving raps you’d think i was selling gyros
rap straight till the fat lady is belting high notes
took you to church but i never testify folks
the day i stop spilling the truth’ll be the day that politicians fight for us and stop writing them cheques to buy votes
the day republicans will cease protecting zygotes
the day trini parents no longer let their belt apply strokes
the day that men could fly boats
the day i could run up in parliament with my folks
concealing techs inside coats
peep the lesson ‘wise quotes
to your sanity you’re hanging the other option * reach for your neck to tie ropes
i miss the youthful optimism when your mind floats
like reformed addicts, i’m no longer getting high hopes
depression have ‘em looking for pipes of an open vein
they’ll waste every cent to fill their nose with ‘caine
never been no weed man, still i holding strain
obstacles * it’s like a s*x addiction, how i overcame
my day ones support me, few folks remained
getting no play from laundry, guess my clothes is stained
go insane but not for a second think he won’t sustain
carry trinidad on my back without the croaks and pain

[intro 2 * isaac rudder]
today’s the first let day i…
i let myself feel in a while
felt good
yeah

[verse 2 * isaac rudder]
oh allyuh, what the scene is?
rudderman back again with the realness
i’za man wouldn’t really have you guessing, nah
you know what the vibes is like watchin uncle keith kit

product of legendary nut speaking
more importantly, a real loving being
navigating a world where people see feelings
use it against the innocent and find the sh*t appealing

i does wonder if uncle patos watching we?
2020 vision turned to a mockery
uncle bas have to live through all of this
i guess it have solace manning can’t see this f*ckery

sometimes i feel like i shouldn’t let that dread in me
focus on things that bring good energy
in a time where i can’t afford therapy
but living with the truth that a person wants the end of me
best month of my life in years
not a distant memory thinkin of wiping tears
this journey that we on called life is serious
i expect shifts i don’t let it grind my gears

sometimes i study how it reach here?
i remember some of the better days real clear
like 5 year old memories in a beach chair
to intercol games with a plethora of females

i remember how they smiled at aldo, my hero
tell myself, “trust me, soon that’s we bro”
but like my mind lowkey was watching sebro
the way the coming years i was saving these hoes

not as bad as losing the love of my life
worse yet, watchin her become somebodies wife
at a place where joy is all i feel for her
but the fear of never getting one f*cks with my mind

sensitivity
is a gift and a curse that does make me finnicky
i need sp*ce girls can’t seem to give to me
and i’m past giving peace up on the road to victory

talking’s real hard, ;cause ppl give me answers i have
when i ask for more, they act up and get mad
that sh*t made me feel depression and sad
’till i fell back in love with the pen and the pad
my first wife, my therapist, my organ
help me see my head clear like it was zordon
once i done write, talk done
like i get visit from a jehovah’s witness or a mormon

i remember the day i knew energy’s importance
was above the social norms them to which i bought in
my ex was slowly breaking down my psyche
had me blind ’cause of how she sucking on the gorgon

and in public, acting on her best performance
lies and manipulation clearly her calling
succubus p*ss the best to have intercourse with
that’s only physical, dan * don’t go all in!

(i’ve been tryin tryin tryin tryin)

that sh*t’s hard to let go
they took me off my path and i left zidane
came back, watchin at some enzos
we’ll see who’s the goat at the end bro

- isaac rudder

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