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The Talk
Mesus
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Dear Rap, let's take a walk
So, you and I can have a little talk
Word is, you ain't doin' well
Well, I'll be damned, that make two of us
I made plans for the two of us
Fuck a minivan, I want a tour bus
Oh, you don't want that? You through with us?
How bout I kill us both? Bet that blew us up
I mean blow us up, I'm screwin' up
Like e'eryday, I'm rude as fuck
To the wrong people, like I gone evil
Think I harbor demons, that's true as fuck
Who would joke on that? You a joke on tracks
You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
But time will tell, well shit, least I'm hopinโ that
Now, these pricks want a dollar, I ain't wrote em back
And these chicks wanna hollar, I ain't wrote em back
But please forgive me, I've been busy
Takinโ romantic walks down railroad tracks, ahh!
Now, I lost my train of thought
Walkinโ aimlessly, in this trailer park
And no, I ain't in 8 Mile
And no, I ain't wearinโ no painted smile!
He sounds like NF, but saying MF a effinโ lot
Was that a effin' shot?
Well, I don't effin' know, but I'm the next to blow
So, kiss my ass, bitch, X and O
All my ex's know I'm the nicest guy, until you cross the line
Then the white in my eyes goes pitch black
And I blackout, and that's not rap, bitch, that's life
That's last night, that's eโeryday
I'm a basket case, โbout to catch a case
If one more rapper on Facebook, tag my name in shit
You dropped a song, wow, congratulations!
I don't give a fuck, I don't listen to it
I don't rap to make fuckinโ friends, bitch
I don't rap to make fuckinโ ends, bitch
I rap my life until it fuckinโ ends, bitch
Wow, you got issues
Yeah, no shit!
They been sayinโ that since a snot-nose
Taken every test, but they do not know
What the fuckโs wrong, so I jot flows
Then I jot more, like a lot more
Behind lock doors, only God knows
Thoughts I hold, but do not expose
Tie a knot in ropes, bye, adios
Now, I lost my way of life
Say I am, but I ain't alright
How I'm sโposed to be a role model?
When I don't read my own Bible?
No way! Ain't another motherfucker like me
Go away! I don't give a fuck if y'all like me
Don't play, show up to your show, like fight me
Bite me! Yโall already do it when I'm writing
Okay, I am all done with beinโ silent
Okay, either that, or I'ma get violent
Foreplay, fuck that, I'ma just dive in
And I ain't gonna wait no more, I ain't gotta make no more
Music, got enough piled up, I could make a store
And you ain't gonna take no more, โcause I ain't gonna take no more
Fuck shit, done with these crumbs on my plate, no more
Mister nice-guy, I've been calm long enough
Don't believe me, feel free to call my bluff
But believe me, you need to call 9-1-1
So police on the scene, โcause I don't run
Y'all don't want no fuckinโ part of me
The art I bleed, is arguably the heart that needs
To start to beat, for y'all to see
That hard emcees, are not deceased
Just call on Mesus
โCause, I've been sent here to save rap, โcause the grave has it's grip on it
Shit, I mean, it's grip on you
For a minute, I forgot who I's talking to
โCause lately, I've had chats with God
About these voices, but they haven't stopped
Can't tell if it's helpinโ the rap or not
Guess I'll know, when the album drops
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