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4ria - retribution.mp4 كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i’m sick of feeling giddy for you b_tches, too dense
drop a rhythm, critics drop their two cents
i’ve been spilling lyrics on the instrumentals, too tense
i’m been feeling fearless
really too drenched up in the spirit of the trench
hence my dreaded, unwavering new sense of passion
pedaling the ink from this pen with the stench of havoc
settling with these rations
the devils in sync with madness, already feel like a madman
heavy feelings erratic, my heads up, kneeling whilе laughing
festering feelings, the havoc’s rеmnants reveal my habits clashing with patterns on the beat
held this sh_t captive on a leash, so i had to get this sh_t leased
b_tch, i’m a beast
diminishing returns on my commitment, i’ve been curved
by the skin of my t__th, still preserved it all like a dentist
replenish my inner winner
a cynic, i’ve been intending to get the point like i’m ending a sentence

[chorus]
i felt pride in my destruction, my pain is my strongest weapon
combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
life aligns with all the rubble that’s cluttered with every session i find myself in to hustle
shudder from the sweating
accustomed to combustion, now i function with direction
that i’m flexing every record ’till they crumble from inflections i present them with a vengeance
intents so pure while the scent of words burn, through the pleasure, i still yearn
[verse 2]
f_f_flipping through the pages, itching for another protocol
chasing one peace like a pair of overalls, overhauled
all the information until i become a know it all
every verse you’ve heard from me is unique ’cause i wrote em all
overall, i’m really just neat, sh_t is cold and raw
throwing salt onto your wounds and no it won’t dissolve
like my hatred won’t resolve cause i f_ckin’ hate you, b_tch
this cycle goes in circles like a bowling ball
f_f_figuratively speaking, i’ve been feeling really distant
from the figures who been fickle, i just bicker every weekend
i’d try k!lling for a deeper purpose
feel like i’m been keeping too much weight upon my shoulders
everyday, i feel like bleeding out my rage and through my soul
display how i’ve been dealing with the pain, so i told ’em, “i’ll maintain this way of dreaming”
c_colder, now i’m older with this faithful way of thinking
i’ve been sinking in the deep end
day to day, i am still bringing what it takes to level up and keep the pace up, f_ck a paystub
traits to raise the stakes that leave a trace upon each take
i record with every war inside my head, i could embrace
work towards a better state, a mental state that’s based
w_w_wake up everyday with tension
i could ventilate with every record ’till i’m rest assured a taste of pure contentment
a semblance of a heaven that’s on earth that could let me in
run these tracks, my recipes equal parts petty and deadly sin
b_b_been to h_ll and back, avoid states i’ve already been
sh_t reflects the fact these raps still have a steady grip
on filling all the gaps, record this sh_t till my sweaty skin
demonstrates my wrath, i’m still scheming for a steady win
disillusioned by bruises, chew the cud or my cuticles
i soothe infliction with diction and pharmaceuticals
communicate my views to you, now i’m like dr. doolittle
t_t_taking up center stage like a musical
[chorus]
i felt pride in my destruction, my pain is my strongest weapon
combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
life aligns with all the rubble that’s cluttered with every session i find myself in to hustle
shudder from the sweating
accustomed to combustion, now i function with direction
that i’m flexing every record ’till they crumble from inflections i present them with a vengeance
intents so pure while the scent of words burn, through the pleasure, i still yearn
i felt pride in my destruction, my pain is my strongest weapon
combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
life aligns with all the rubble that’s cluttered with every session i find myself in to hustle
shudder from the sweating
accustomed to combustion, now i function with direction
that i’m flexing every record ’till they crumble from inflections i present them with a vengeance
intents so pure while the scent of words burn, through the pleasure, i still yearn

- 4ria

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