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lirik lagu 4for1 – kaan


[verse 1]
as a child i dealt with abuse, i’m fusing pain with the mic
felt like the world was on my shoulders, took attempts on my life
i understand that isn’t healthy
like, how the f-ck could it help me?
reflecting as an adult and realising i was selfish, but
you couldn’t tell me no different
try all you want i’m not listening
we had no shelter or place we could turn
this sh-t is routine and the lesson i learned
is keep your mouth shut, the more quiet you are
no yelling or screaming inside of the house
cause that wasn’t ever allowed
see, i wasn’t raised to believe i could possibly be anything that i wanted
there is no support for the kid with the home that is hectic
we were dissented
tell me the way i should go
everything i should already know
all the emotions i’m willing to show
my adolescence, progression, and growth were stunted
so i’m feeling mentally stuck
i live on the edge and i don’t give a f-ck
a handful of pills, that was never enough
the way that i cope with this is living this up
but if i recall we had been through it all
you n-gg-s are speaking no problems of poverty
as if you actually seen it
but b-tch, when we lived in that trailer we never had nothing but roaches around and we couldn’t complain
my parents would bicker, it’s always the same
my mother was picking us up after school
we’d be in the back of that old station wagon
96.3 on the radio blastin’
smokey robinson would have us relaxin’
quiet storm before we step in the madness
all of the peace that we had is now past us
walk in the door but there’s yelling and screaming
there wasn’t a place where i ever felt safe
and i couldn’t relate to the kids that i saw
cause i felt that they all had it better than me
cause they don’t have to deal with the sh-t that i deal with
i stay in the middle of arguments
sh-tting myself and believing this sh-t is my fault
every time they would fight it was grief
closing my eyes and my ears in my room
when i opened them up, man, that sh-t never ceased
and i want to be free but there’s nowhere to leave
i wondered why people keep f-cking with me
cause when i was in school they would tell me i’m stuck
cause i never attend anything i was told
so they put it on me like that sh-t was my fault
cause there couldn’t be something that was in the way or the place that i stay
cause i never got help
my mother got tired from busting her -ss
like, dropping us off and then going to work and then picking us up and then bringing us home
to a man that appreciates nothing at all
burning a cigarette, staining the wall
monday through sat-rday crushing us all
but gets up on sunday to go praise the lord
but there’s [?] in those moments to spare
i figured it out, that life isn’t fair
so do what you can
cause n-body cares
it’s all about loving the memories that you have made in your happiness while you are here
i pray that you live without fear
and you never think you’re in need of materials just to complete you
cause that is the truth
don’t be dependent on things that can dissipate or disappear when you need them the most

[verse 2]
look here
i’ve been the man for a while
my definitive plan
and i’m attentive to my terror lyrics of part too quick
style constipated, i could never give two sh-ts
coming through your speaker like you need to go “who this?”
now you need a n-gg- that’s only giving you elegance
i gotta kill ’em, regulator, moving with malevolence
i try to paint a positive picture while feeling negative
a sedative, i soothe ’em, -ssuming that i’m a sinner
while sending you serendipity, i live in misery
i’m playing mister misdemeanor, changing my demeanor
feigning for the [?] youth
i wanted wisdom and truth
i know these other mother f-ckers try to give an excuse
but my style is too loose, prefer to be reclusive
i give a simple sentence, serve an angel with acoustics
i been showing the way but n-body is tryna follow me
believin’ what i’m doing, i’ll never make an apology
i built the foundation for a f-ckin’ mausoleum
with a citadel and mural like the roman colosseum
infiltrated by an infidel, i’ll see ya when i see ya
i’m a connoisseur and conqueror
a commodore with the cadence
occasionally i kill it
i’m giving you food for thought, it’s enough for a starving village
my image you won’t acknowledge
the mileage up on my brain
time for an all-chain
now pay attention, i switch it
efficiently give a vision
the mission is motivated
i make it a point of planet
i done managed to manouver
the music is too melodic
don’t play it for any novice
i’m modest? my n-gg-, never
i focus on getting better
embarr-ssing anybody
you n-gg-s plotting for profit
and politicking with others, evasive is what we are
i’m working but never seen
it’s all a part of the plan
there’s a method to the madness
you’ll never understand
i can spit it any way that i want
but you thought i want the flow they never really noticed
when you giving up your time
and in your mind you’re thinking “man, i’m just a diamond in the rough”
i know it’s hard, you’re feeling down
but when you get above the ground
i guarantee that you’ll survive with n-body up on your side
whenever you do decide you finally feel alive
we in love with the truth, we never telling a lie
i promise to give you honesty for the rest of my life

[verse 3]
man, i swear to god i would never give you nothing that was average
a young black savage
fast rap b-st-rd
either way you see me as the master
own the plantation, delicious destruction
my sh-t is salacious
distribute discussions attributing to how i think i can function
these guys on the internet think they did something
oh no
time for me to put them in their place, quick
lyrically impeccable, punctually embracive
face to face, your fade, it fades, refrains to fame is fake as f-ck mistakes that i make [?]
i gotta work with that selective amnesia
focus on the text and follow all of the procedures
maybe i’ll take a break cause i’m tired i want a breather
i know these evil mother f-ckers would like to decieve us jesus, are you dead, or you hear a n-gg- talking?
i been calling you for years but i feel you just ignoring
like telling your secretary, “jot it down, he’s not important
take his name and his number and tell him i’m busy
i’ll call him when i can, if i ever get the chance
if he’s giving you att-tude then just f-ck him in advance
cause i know that n-gg- needed me for forgiveness of his sins
[?] dependant on the pain”
cause that’s all that he’s got man, i know that’s the truth
subjecting myself to silent solitude
with no silence inside of me, soon to subdue
i’m submitting myself when i plummet
i pray they put poems inside of my casket
my posthumous spirit is piercing my peers
don’t adhere to the fear
(continue this, only 4 minutes out of 8 done t_t)