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jack bashful - covert كلمات الأغنية

look, this isn’t something that i talk about
my hope was murdered and the music helps to chalk it out
fear was an excuse, it was a crutch i couldn’t walk without
my true self is coming and they’ve been running since i brought him out
and since i lost the doubt, i see it in a different light
i see it from a different side but me i’m just a different type
i’ve got a different mind i often think it isn’t mine
i’m lawless forcing losses think i lost it when i’m spitting rhymes
i flip and hit the kick in time i stick to picking sickened lines
going coffin shopping with my foes, tell ’em pick a size
and you better be advised, to realise the truth
to sell my soul to satan was a deal that i refused
i got a beat that i abuse, i choose crews to beat
winning’s like a fetish and you choose defeat
i new soon i’d see through you, boos i breeze through, true
i’m a beast too, lose when i see blue
moons, or when two and two is three
if you say you got a first you’ll get it in the first degree
you’re never getting worse than me, never getting worse than jack
completing every task and then i’m asking where’s the jack
where’s the ‘yac where’s the speaker? hercules was weaker
if there was a word of satan then you know he’d be a preacher
if there was a school for criminals you know he’d be a teacher
if god released an alb-m then you know he’d be a feature
he’d be a seeker for the snitches ’cause he’s nimble on his nimbus
he just does it for the pride like f-cking simba
f-cking shouting sectum sempra, wave the mic and cut ’em up
hearing voices drinking poison just to shut ’em up
don’t think it done enough, i need a bigger dose
need some bigger foes, that can compete with me when the trigger blows
sinking pros and sinking newbies, spitting like a f-ckin uzi
i’ll take it all or take nothing ’cause i’m not f-cking choosy
i’m not fussy, his talent shone like stussy
the witness didn’t testify their memory was fuzzy
he was there-he wasn’t-was he? they couldn’t remember
he had to burn the arms and legs that he couldn’t dismember
he’s like december, not because it’s cold
because it’s always dark, like his heart, like his soul
he chose to fight alone
he could have picked the sword but he chose the microphone
he exposed the lies they told, tell ’em feast your eyes behold
the chosen one, the one they said the prophecy foretold
please if i could be so bold, to say that isn’t him
he’s obviously the antichrist are you not listening?
death was at his christening, the devil was his sponsor
confessed to murder at his first confession he’s a monster
he’s a question without answers, an unbreakable puzzle
locked in with the hounds of h-ll and they’ve forsaken the muzzles

- jack bashful

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