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lirik lagu gems – william ezby

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ezby.. sevens

[verse 1]
i want that green supreme hoodie
featuring that villain calling tyler t*boogie
in that video on tube of you
festival of reading, i could rarely get the crew to do
like something losers do, wasn’t what the word is
come on fellas don’t you want some overpriced burgers
no? well suit yourself i’ll roll solo then
rather girls in vans, doc martens, no manolos then
bar ain’t low though, i’m a lyrical athlete
little white lies, yes i’m spiritual, that’s me
she taps me, hey i bеt you’re a gemini
her friеnds says no cancer, he seems like a gentle guy
when a menace i really am, i’m cancerous
ruin all i touch, so tired, ashley scandalous
but i can handle this like wheel ups in a row
hitting four or maybe more before appearing at a show
dreams of lamborghini go houdini
and my desk lamp enamel’s worn down without a genie
string myself along, like the cheese that’s in paninis
need a trick inside this stussy sleeve or moody green beanie
i been writing since the whistle pops
over time refined, grind mind to a thistle top
i trim the gristle off
upload, the missile off
rushin’ out of work like my surname dismissalov
[interlude]
see i’m just gonna vibe on this bit
‘cos i don’t really know what to put in here
i’m just trying to show off my lyrical excellence
not my spiritual excellence like i told that girl that thought i might’a been a gemini
i’ve met a few geminis
ye’s a gemini
i met another gemini who was brilliant but terrible at the same time
my mother’s a gemini too
but there is a bigger gem in i

[verse 2]
s.b. be the stress of me, my nemesis
a villain with the pen, penicillin to my genesis
am i myself or just the words inside parenthesis
crisis with the id
who will i be at the end of this?
no time i owe dimes to instrumentalists
i met my own line it ain’t died but i’ll be fried for this
settle quick, pay the makers what i owe them
before they smell the smoke vapours off of what i’ve stolen
i don’t reciprocate the conflict, i eat it up
baby, like it raw, so i naturally don’t heat it up
yeah, i’m a spiritual conscript with a grip on it
life ain’t got no wet floor signs so you might slip on it
and that’s fine man, just pull yourself on up again
the first place you’re hurt, you learn the lightning ain’t struck again
so f*ck a benz and a bentley, the bus’ll do
striving for the things you can’t die with, they’ve hustled you
this psa was from the art school dropout
where i’d rather sink at sea than souls see me as a cop*out
hopscotch days, what a long gone bliss
hear this, life’s a well, took a sip, taste p*ss
snakes hiss, cows moo, money murders
tell me, what’s the difference ‘tween artists and sheep herders?
remember heard ’em say, wolf, pablo and fantasy
encore, low end theory, illmatic, the mr mathers p?
how they enamoured thee, stillness in calamity
making art’s the only form of gaining immortality
making art’s the only form of gaining immortality
[outro]

immortality

i call violence

violent crimes

ezby

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