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lirik lagu 2005 – kollector tzu

[intro]
i don’t like any of this sh*t cause i can’t f*cking think of anything
i’m in my room doing f*cking nothing, i’m scr*w*ng off
i can’t think of sh*t, i just can’t think of sh*t
i don’t know what it’d be or what it’ll be like
be hard [?], been getting smoked out every day

[verse 1]
time go fast, fly high but the sh*t won’t last
you hit my guy but you hid behind the mask
one lane, better pray that this sh*t won’t crash
n*ggas stay everyday, probably get some hash
for the pain, medicate, make trick go splash
looking at god in the face, all a sudden wanna show with the glass
wanna put him in his place with a fist full of hate
last straw broke with a shot to the place
same age tay*k, finna knock with no wrist
got coins in my veins, nights go long with this pain every day
no bombs, see my name in the paint
(f*ck it, you’re a gift to hip hop, understand that motherf*cker?)

[chorus]
i’m like ragh, b*tch, i wanna run
i wanna pick up a gun, i want a shot at the sun
you n*ggas is bums
you need all the sh*t that i want
n*ggas is tired of stakes
imma get mine, imma get mine today
n*ggas is tired of stakes
imma get mine, imma get mine today
[post*chorus]
oh, don’t you f*cking ”oh, jimmy” me!
you look down on me? you pity me?
walk away. that’s right howard
you know why i didn’t take the job?
because it’s too small! i don’t care about it!
it’s nothing to me! it’s a bacterium!
(i think they don’t understand, it’s like)
(you gotta show em something more)
(you gotta show em)

[verse 2]
real n*ggas on some vibe
somehow i survived every thought about me putting the metal into my mind
now i’m settled like a… racist settlement, a dead country
i’m eating every rapper on this sh*t like ted bundy
he greasy cause he wanna disagree, then he must be
got that thing, squish it like a musty
haven’t touched the mic in little minute, sh*t got dusty
these b*tches won’t erase him, for 12 to come cuff me
top of the world, nowadays i’m ripping bouls til i void
cause my subconscious keep away from the quarantine
all the nonsense nonstop, the cops popping all my n*ggas in royce
i had this noise since my faith was destroyed, these b*tches is toys
breaking my heart and courage was choice, my money up
badder than my flows, keep ya tummy tucked
dear hoe, nowadays i’m getting deals
talking dummy, bust a walk*down on n*ggas, lay low
proceed to run it up, you see now?
one two, i get three downs, flow sick, oh sh*t i’m finna get three thou
so many flows make the beat drown, face straight since eleven
a n*gga has never seen smiles
[refrain (unintelligible)]

[verse 3]
all my life i been hidden from my genesis
thoughts that i woulda been this song was my nemesis
voice in my head that said “hi” that was resonant
can’t talk to any b*tches, so i talk to dead presidents
like why can’t i quit? does my momma give a sh*t?
do they care bout who you with and do they care if you exist?
do they know about the cannon based on how the us sniffs?
do they know about your life when the media make em sick?

[segue: jay*z]
i done told you n*ggas nine or ten times, stop f*cking with me

[outro]
mind going *bang* *bang*
it’s like all my life my carelessness, my temptation, my [?]
constantly and consistently almost got people i cared about hurt
[segue: janet jackson]
don’t it always seem to go
that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone?

- kollector tzu

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