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act – problem كلمات اغاني

[intro:
the act]
i got a problem
what’s my problem

[verse 1: the act]

i’m p-ssed off and i’m angry
tired of you thinking you can play me
been there done that
it’s just not gonna last
can you blame me?
red in the face, i’m blazing
play with fire
you’re gonna get burned
the lesson is learned
took my time making this rap
and every verse
so

i can lay it out flawlessly
make no mistake, in a wasteland, roaming godlessly
wouldn’t give a sh-t what your god can see
no prayer is stopping me
best be wearing an armored vest
to protect your chest
you’re faith-made chain mail will fail
comin’ at you swinging like a wind mill
that’s off it’s hinges
a crazy fan, with an ill will
cause i’ll cut your heart out and
put it where mine used to be
just so i can feel what it feels like to have a beat
and breathe, slow and deep
a moments breath of relief
so if you see me walking down the street
you better turn 180 degrees
you’re a cheat, keep your feet
shuffling
like you party rockin’
cause i’ll come hardly knocking
rocker, partially off it
like my crazy grandma taught it
troubling, homie, better stop it
and bounce like a trampoline
shuttle into you like rugby
with rocket booster strapped to me
at 10 times mach speed
like i’ve just got freed
free bird, k!lling, mocking

and this is just a blanket statement
a quilted verse
sown together from the pieces of me
chipped away from all of the hurt
some i deserved, cause i’ve been cursed
but it all comes down to what happened first
n0body is born evil, people
are just beaten to the dirt
and taught no other way
or driven by their greed
like smeagol and his ring
cause nearly everybody has their one ring
the one thing
make all your guesses
be left wondering
what is my something?
cause i’m pointing the finger at everybody else
but i am no better, i’m the same
i haven’t escaped my judgement
so you can judge me
i am not above it
i guarantee it is harsher than yours
and it makes me sick to my stomach
the world sure makes it hard to love it
but i’m not done yet
far from it

[hook: the act]

i got a problem
what’s my problem

[verse 2: the act]

i’m a cynical b-st-rd
the pinnacle of whimsical laughter
no choice but to take poise and
make noise, can’t take poison
make light despite my life
to ignite, and stick fight
beat down every motherf-cker who wields a big knife
and holds it close to the throat of the weak
get your sh-t right, i will chin check a bully
won’t think twice, lucky i got a pen to write
it’s the next best thing
cause you made an enemy
no friend to me, found a letter addressed to me
from you, said one thing, “f-ck you.”
f-ck me? f-ck you!
i’m p-ssed off! i put you on the curb and play hop scotch
how’s it feel to be stomped on?
turns out you were all talk!
i’m a f-ckin’ a giant now
like i’m gohan and my tail got chopped off
flatten your entire town
you’re yamcha, more insignificant than krillin
with reverb, get yamcha’d
i’m no reaper, don’t want your soul
unless it’s bleached first
then i’ll eat it and swallow whole
ho ho ho
shanty clause has come to town
naughty or nice
it’s time to tell
may come to frowns
i must have an extra chromosome
cause i’ve got this sh-t locked down
it’s my life, you can’t tell me how
to live it, if you get in my way
you will soon regret it
that’s a promise, better respect it
gonna draw a d-ck on your tombstone
as soon as i erect it
you’re in grave danger
if you linger…

- act

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