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Carry some weight in ya actions, Ms. Silly
I haven’t even done a web search on thee
I started this back in 2015
But they recruited you as a crazy teen
I’ll teach you reality
I heard you went on some W’s friend’s friend list
If you call out that terrorist, they’ll call you as something hater
I ain’t hating anybody, am carefully staying away from them
They claim to be inclusive but they middle fingered BDS, you gonna confront them when?
They found you as a minor, chick. they’ll use you as a trick
On those kids who’ll be entertained into a kill
Of some beautiful nurse or cute lady on Gaza strip
They even kill trainee nurses in those open air prisons
They don’t spare even the kids, if they wanna brag snipe hits
On how accurate they hit. this is MA Relations, bitch
Do you really think it’s ya time, they’ll keep until you rhyme
Once you rise above the line, they’ll throw at the right time
Everything that you said, every moment that you loved
Every hair that you colored, every word that you slurred
Every phrase that you wrote on your own will be used to hurt you, broad
Shed all the bad that you doin now, you’ll see that the world’s a horrible prankster
Anime named rascal tries to ruin rap claiming to be a real street gangster
Try doing good in front of psychos, wait till they successfully jail you like the hoes
Who go on killing men on a spree, and appear on a sunday news show
Crying how they became a killer bitch calling all men as misogynist
You sit in front of TV and watch news, all you see is blood and drug abuse
By what they call as rappers these days. Do you know what led to street music?
That’s what they did once they came back from the prisons. Locked after trynna defend their sons
On bed-basis rates are for collections. Prison is what the cunts call corrections
Fill the beds, that’s the agreement. They call random men as barbarians
They dignified it now, call it terms and conditions. Libertarian nazi sluts try pretending only during legislation
Once you older than 25, ya
Will see all the bad things ‘fore ya
Once you’re personally hurt, they you’ll see all the dirt
Fame is euphoria, sis. Worse than concussions, they’ll make you a prick
Bitches are selfish. They don’t care for ya. They wanna see you do crazy, shit will unfold
Some were dunking, they called him Los Knackers. She was fired, that’s what we all were told
Some bitches brag ‘bout forcing black mates in school, now they are celebs training newer fools
That’s the hateful paint on your hair, that’s not cheeky, it’s a stain on character
Those racist bitches still talk to chicks online, they won’t call it racism row
‘fore they shoot on the 4k cam, they’ll heat the sister’s afro
I don’t fuck with anybody who calls rap as “oh that street-popular music”
They lied and called him a dirty shit, I won’t ever give that hoe a clean sheet
Kids are a clone of legends who grow alone
That’s not what we chose, it’s ‘cause the world just fucking blows
There was a drug man who was always smoking blunts, battling with a guy in his 40s who’s proud of always being drunk
Knowledge can’t always reign the streets, let me explain the reason behind this rift
Aboriginal, indigenous, African - there are different origins of black
Blunt man’s folks needed many births, he was birthing trying to defend that
Man wanted to show the world why he started rapping, now the world wants mumble piss for clapping
If you wanna know more, you gotta remember that I’ll say more about knowledge rappers, maybe in December
Man’s comedian is on an unstable path. I’ve seen an advanced form of that
Let’s say you want to marry their race, you will be chased no matter what yo pace
Let’s move on to guy’s story without any haste
There was a form of stage-show art, where decency’s pejorative word was politics
Character will be never given homage, all they wanted was blood and carnage
In this era, we call them as the reich, guy kept giving songs but couldn’t stop the kills
Guy was drinking and dissing hoes, as long as he did that they gave him wins
Once guy say what’s good or bad, that’s when they stopped patting on his back
From then guy calls someone a bitch, even if they a bitch, they started suing it as sexist
All that hoes brag is how much money they did, ironically bragging about being a bitch
What else are we supposed to do when you stand among a crowd and brag that you steal other rappers’ flows?
Guy was dissing and mocking grown mumble folks, but some kids were thinking he stole their flows
House-stealing discussion has overrun. Brothers treated nice guy like an orphan
The ideal world needs neither. Reality’s why we all are here
Those are epitome of ignorant drugheads, segregation is an ugly field, get that
Guy’s half-friend man said it best damn: the more that damage happens, the culture feeds ‘em
Call this song as: hardly a weak miss. But still no button can stop this
Shit hasn’t changed a bit from ’95. Can’t easily change even after 2025
Age 20 to 25, is time to learn a lot. Nobody can save you once you’re with bad bastards and thots
Rap was ought to be the good that the world got from American English. I’m great, having no drugs or drinks in my late twenties
Elites will give you tonnes of loaf, allegiance starts to go down when start saying no
Brands are: oh no! they will never care how much we fill rows, music’s a casino
Some labels ain’t that decent, the executive leeches will extract yo catchy opuses
Once your current contracts are done, leave before they get yo name shunned
Life will become a boxing bout. Drop your hat, walk yo way out
Let me show you why such a cruel misled flock’s hyped differently ‘bout rap and pop
Pop demands more sweet from you, than what they give it to you
Rap shows ‘em what pain really is, that’s why they keep hating hip hop
Most people think pop music’s a thorn filled bed
We rappers don’t become a hero until we all are dead
Pop starts with suffering, then you drug your way to death
Rap sometimes starts with the streets, then we suffer our way to fame
I never listen to any of yo songs, let me assume you doing pop beats
That’s why elites are hatin’ rap as everybody fucking knows when rap’s in the sheets
What they’re doing is not music, once you old you’ll see the horrible plight
What makes your success now apparently euphoric, will bring you down once you start the fight
You need to be a great mom, once you have kids. Please don’t feel let down, take your time
In some of the lines I didn’t mean you, Ms. Silly. I wanted to end this beat by 3:59
