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lirik lagu hunger pains ii – oddjobs

[verse 1: crescent moon]
yo, i swear i’m mad, but i always act happy
look in the mirror, i’m so weird, my reflection laughs at me
cats asking me to bag wrap this, please
so they can finally get promoted at the crack factory
gradually, you notice changes as i go through different stages
common phrases rappers say is “d*mn, i hope he’s not contagious”
outrageous, i need some big reds talking all that sh*t
i must have a big head to leave small dents in my mattress
i never had a life, i had invisible friends
til one day they drove away in my make*believе benz
i pray for weekends so i can sleep in
i like to prеtend, tell everyone i’m skiing in sweden
ex*heathen, i didn’t become good by choice
i stopped prank calls when all of st. paul recognized my voice
are you ready for the noise? cuz my mic needs a check
i might be a threat, feeding pesticides to all you chia pets

[verse 2: carnage]
well, as i flip, rip, dive, folk vocalize
over this eclectic production
this may in some ways appear to be a deviation from my usual antics
that bring me closer to being crowned the king of mc destruction
but during this episode, i wanted to keep the homicides to a minimum
so out of eight mcs, i only k!lled ten of em
observe as either praiseworthy spears and tramples
the non talented and baptizes them in urine samples
not a novice to dopeness so you’re welcome to approach this
focus on the anti*bogus
ferocious hater of players and their record label coaches
not quite the dopest but when compared to you, the closest
and as a result of my interlocking with cres and the advizer
you’ll need to either retire or hire a more sk!llful ghostwriter
cuz i don’t know whose taste you appeal to
but even if i was michael jackson and you was an 11 year old boy, i wouldn’t be able to feel you
[hook x2: advizer and crescent moon]
if you hunger for dopeness or wonder where froze is (feed me!)
no need to look far, it’s right under your nose, kid (feed me!)
most slumber on hometown components (feed me!)
and still we go together to our number opponents (feed me!)

[verse 3: new]
if you hunger for flows, man, it’s time to k!ll the appetite
steal the rapper’s type, might i add that the fad came and went
and when the dust blew, few still represent
but that few became many then plenty to support
the b*girls and boys on the mission want aboard
look, kid, it’s right under your nostril
knock sk!ll out the speaker stage to amplify
la to ny from your ocean, coasting
flows been holding boredom in the twins
lake street to marshall, cakes be the *rs*nal
verbal squirt shots insert the blow spots
ripping kids global with that universal vocal
equipped with a lock that limit
and we give it to the masses, so boy, be alert in your record shop vision
cuz hip hop is here, minnesota, stop to listen (stop to listen)

[verse 4: slug]
yo, this ain’t a posse cut, (uh*uh) it’s a farmer co*op
and i’m a vendor pushing vegetables to boil on your stovetop
hungry? to h*ll with hungry, i’m starving
i’m trying to catch a carton of camels and some land so i can grow a garden
pardon me, but i’m just trying to handle
it’s hip hop and everywhere i walk is an example
and i lend more worth to the ink in this pen
than i do the ink printed on that paper that you spent
silly rapper, your rapper ego don’t move me
you’ve studied too many actors, you’ve watched too many movies
and soon we will capture the wasted camp stupid
attention spans that gather near the base of my loose leaf
so here’s a slap on the wrist, class dismissed
go home and practice before that ass ends up a past tense
quit trying to be like and sound like him
plant your own seeds and grow your limbs, minneapolis!
[verse 5: advizer]
all good honesty is the best policy
now that you’re on to me, let’s see if you can follow me
cuz i long to see some equality
between my camaraderie and the idolatry
scholarly subjects all tremble into elementary lessons
yeah, we can all make metaphors out of our favorite pop culture reference
d*mn, mcs are repetitive, so repetitive
i bet they can’t finish their sentences
and maybe i’ll end it with, well, h*ll, anything is better than that swine cr*p
is it a crime that i peddle lyrical dime sacks
to my adversaries? a temporary mind lapse
and your spine snaps at the climax
of advize’s raps, put my rhymes back in the time capsule
i battle you with my shadow cuz your kind has no
depth to it, step to it, might have well stepped through it
your type shallow, narrow, nothing, executed
help your crew make the transition to terrify from pleasant, peaceful
and when we rock over vinyl, sterilize the record needle

[hook x2: advizer and crescent moon]
if you hunger for dopeness or wonder where froze is (feed me!)
no need to look far, it’s right under your nose, kid (feed me!)
most slumber on hometown components (feed me!)
and still we go together to our number opponents (feed me!)

- oddjobs

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