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jardi j - why? كلمات أغنية

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[jardi j]:

yeah…
this that ugly truth the industry don’t wanna hear…
let’s talk…

the industry’s a graveyard, i’m walkin’ through with a shovel
executives are demons playin’ dress_up with the devil
every handshake’s poison, every smile got t__th
every hug’s a dagger that they stab you beneath
they inflate the streams, got machines pressin’ play
a billion fake fans on the charts every day
they crown mannequins legends, while the real ones starve
whole culture lookin’ plastic—rap embalmed in a scarf

award shows rigged like elections in disguise
whoever pays the most gets the “artist of the prize.”
labels runnin’ scams like cartels with the coke
only difference is they legal when they cuttin’ your throat
f_ck your plaques, f_ck your contracts, f_ck your “boss” routine
i’m the nightmare in the boardroom, slashin’ all your dreams
i’ll expose every puppet with a blade in the booth
put a noose on your lies while i baptize the truth

why the f_ck i gotta lie just to fit your vibe? (why?)
why the truth always die when the money arrives? (why?)
why the wolves wear ties and disguise their eyes? (why?)
why the f_ck this game thrive on a graveyard’s cries? (why?)
why the f_ck i gotta lie just to fit your vibe? (why?)
why the truth always die when the money arrives? (why?)
why the wolves wear ties and disguise their eyes? (why?)
why the f_ck this game thrive on a graveyard’s cries? (why?)
b_tches my sons, this industry my daycare
i’m the pretty nightmare sittin’ in your boss chair
try to box me in? better check your hands
‘cause i color outside lines like a felon with plans
i don’t tiktok dance, b_tch, i tiktok bombs
drop a verse that explode, wipe your idols off songs
they want put me in a box, but i kick that sh_t
i’m the monster in a skirt, with a blade and a hit

all these ghostwriters ghostin’ with a platinum chain
but the pen don’t match the voice when it echoes in pain
i’m the queen with a guillotine, cuttin’ heads in the dark
i leave execs headless—call that fine label art
stop playin’ with me—ain’t no rookie in heels
i built an empire out of ashes and deals
while these tiktok rappers vanish in a month or two
i’m eternal like a plague when i’m cuttin’ through you

why the f_ck i gotta lie just to fit your vibe? (why?)
why the truth always die when the money arrives? (why?)
why the wolves wear ties and disguise their eyes? (why?)
why the f_ck this game thrive on a graveyard’s cries? (why?)
why the f_ck i gotta lie just to fit your vibe? (why?)
why the truth always die when the money arrives? (why?)
why the wolves wear ties and disguise their eyes? (why?)
why the f_ck this game thrive on a graveyard’s cries? (why?)
f_ck your feelings, f_ck your playlists, f_ck your corporate execs
i’m the glitch inside your system that you can’t disconnect
i’m the plague that spreads quicker than a tiktok trend
when i spit, the whole façade starts collapsin’ again
you can buy every view, you can fake every like
but when it’s time to rap live, you can’t fake on the mic
i’m the razor in the rhyme, i’m the bullet in the page
i’ll dismantle every puppet, let the lions out the cage

why the f_ck i gotta lie just to fit your vibe? (why?)
why the truth always die when the money arrives? (why?)
why the wolves wear ties and disguise their eyes? (why?)
why the f_ck this game thrive on a graveyard’s cries? (why?)
why the f_ck i gotta lie just to fit your vibe? (why?)
why the truth always die when the money arrives? (why?)
why the wolves wear ties and disguise their eyes? (why?)
why the f_ck this game thrive on a graveyard’s cries? (why?)

i’m a diamond in the rough, you a cubic in the mall
you a snail in the box, i’m the monster standin’ tall
yeah, the contract’s a leash, and they drag you to death
i’m the blade to the tether, cut the rope with a breath
i’m the reason every a&r gotta watch they step
i’m the voice in the dark, i’m the ghost of regret
i’m the nail in the coffin, i’m the flame in the room
i’m the prophecy of doom that’ll f_ck up your tune
i’m the queen of the ashes, b_tch, bow to the flame
your whole style counterfeit, i expose your name
play pretty with a smirk, then i cut with a grin
i don’t play with the industry—i just play to win
i’m a psychopath with syllables, a demon with a pad
spit venom ‘til the lab rats squeak from the lab
this game’s a slaughterhouse, i’m the butcher with the knife
and i’ll carve the word “truth” in the ribs of your life

why the f_ck i gotta lie just to fit your vibe? (why?)
why the truth always die when the money arrives? (why?)
why the wolves wear ties and disguise their eyes? (why?)
why the f_ck this game thrive on a graveyard’s cries? (why?), why the f_ck i gotta lie just to fit your vibe? (why?)
why the truth always die when the money arrives? (why?)
why the wolves wear ties and disguise their eyes? (why?)
why the f_ck this game thrive on a graveyard’s cries? (why?)

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