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itsjustlalith - confessions كلمات الأغنية

i’m sitting in this dark room with a concrete thought/like literally!
no beat no paper no pen but just an off beat heart/
trying hard to see, i’m gone deep dark/
what’s a f-cking vision without the mind tree’s spark?/
find me lord!, the signs drive me odd/
i feel like a dry meat ball fried thrice deep charred/
i cry these scars yet i fight these wars/
because i need not have to plight me false/
for thy cheap brawls, my pride’s been shot/
i’m tired, find me lord!/
a confession, to my self and not to any other presence that exists/
i embrace the inner god, i’m part of the higher form/
a dire call, before the fire storm i gotta find calm/
so i had a tired walk to the mirror hung over my dryer’s wall/
turned on the dim light looking through, ready for a satire talk/huh
questions gyred all around me, i’m helpless, should i cry it out?/
again?!, oh do i have to pretend?/
again?!, there’s no end to the pain?/
again?! is there a clog in my brain?/
well let me bust it!..i’m mundane../
so it’s all loose channels in my brain now!/
i’m angry like bruce banner in my veins now!/but
chivalry! like, bruce’s manners inside the wayne house!/
i shall be, truce bagged aside, insane now!!/
but hey, the rage could pause, wait a moment/
once i get this sh-t off my chest it can straight up roll in/
yo!…
10 conscious years of constant harsh contents learned/
tons contradict, but my conscience conquered, morals earned/
none fond of me, but i found my fodder, slaughtered words/
friends fraudulent, facetious faces, f–k your curse/
i been broke and hurt giving a f–k to every word that y’all splurt/
not giving a thought about my inner voice that i heard/
whom do i screw?, my own people from fam to crew left me in blues/
abuse on my back and applaud on the front, please excuse!/
the last of whom i thought was good, who knew me/
from odds to good was last of whom i thought to accuse me/
coz he finally got c-ck to ride on and get his music’s views lit/
the talent’s amusing! yet charac’s abstrusive/
abusing peace and love with a bit of humble to sprinkle in/
at least judas did jesus! for 30 silvers/
while b-tch you did me for an insecurity of a squeaking dude for a lick of his dirty pickle/
f–k it if, for a moment, these bars ahead don’t rhyme in/
i was wrong all along the time man/
none of you m-f-s deserved my love and respect/
you just a bunch of insecure b-tches whom i believed were true in what they do/
well h-ll yeah they are true in what they do in plotting blue prints to pull in/
people who keepin it real down to ditches and screw them!!/
less do you know mo—ers like me are like sayans we don’t lose in we keep moving/
well that’s done! let me let the rage resume in now see who’s the omen!/
yo!
i got the pain paired with purpose in my veins, like wayne, im baring/
all the strain, migraine in brain, the rain ain’t there yet/
to cleanse my name off the vain that pave my ailment./
so i paint pages with nerve rush in my brain like there’s no payment!!/
for the art i put in these bars i flow in/
for i spark an ocean of thoughts so open/
i’ll knock your fore head if you are not exploring/
your heart and soul, hence, then what’s your goal then?/
stalking hoes and some pot to blow and/
some cars with gold spokes! ciroc that’s orange?/
while your mom is sobbing!!/
coz you’re not what she thought that you are, she’s broken/
see i could’ve been a spoilt brat, moved by the sinisters/
i would’ve even voiced gats, blued by the sinisters/
i should’ve given’em boys back, duel fights and finish the/
menace up, blemish c-nts like i got a lotta plenty f-cks??!!/
rather i use my time force to find hope in blind doors/
coz i’m told “the light don’t shine though if you got a blind soul”!!/
rhyme after rhyme i write to ignite my own spine/
i hold the rhyme force..
until i froze like a mo—ng ice cold sign board/
sh-t i spit be ubiquitous, critics shiver as i slither with this/
what i see is ridiculous b-tches utterring sh-t so gimmick-culous/
biting rhythm and scripts of other spitters who keepin it meticulous/
plenty killers but who the f–ng villain keepin it real and down to earth and unique with this?!!/
you better watch out coz!
i’m thriving to be the einstein of this rhyme style that i keep cryptographic/
frying your eye sights with these fire lines guess it’s pyrolytic/
leaving your spines iced as i swipe lines the flow’s cryogenic/
ill let your thoughts fly, so high!! that makes the sky a gimmick/
i been ditched in this b-tch, emcees claim “real” but they snitched/
the game’s for real but they ain’t surreal yet they clicked/
was a hard knock on my chest i crept until i knew it was a test/
the clock hit 3 ova 12, the moment i stepped!!/
lalith be the jinx in this b-tch, the things that he spits/
distinct and it’s lit, the way that he thinks is legit/
whether he’s tall or a midget, none can f-ck with his skills/
abducts with the feels that he gives!/…
verbal gymnastics as nasty as kim kardashian’s -ss/
ever lasting as cartesian’s math b–ch/..
you better get some eucalyptus, before you wound your sepsis/
thinking of raising yo bars?, you need 6.9 bill dudes to lift it/
i don’t give a d-mn about the views for this vid/
unless you “amused” and kissed it/
it proves that i’m true to this sh-t/
for you its a duel for b-tches/
fool rather use some biscuits/
i rather be called as the last hope/
coz i’m the new invention of 2 o 16/
coz u thinking too much of future/
and young thugs you listening/b–ch!

- itsjustlalith

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