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kenson (formerly emmo the kid) - they talkin' كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
a couple beers to last throughout the morn’
left-handed style then p-ss it like a dutch, i’m giving up
on ever expecting a single soul to give a f-ck
i got my clique and got my d-ck so that should be enough
don’t sound like none of y’all n-ggas. through with calling them whack
and proving it on a track. y’all can have your conscience back
wasting a second guess, at this rate i’ll never rest
if i don’t finish top ten i better be 11th best
cause i hate dealing with judges who diss the way i sound
sick of being underground
sick of knowing i’m the hardest working mother f-cker around
still receiving nothing
still grieving for losses trying to stand on my own
n-ggas supposed to be down, vanish when the chips on the table
choosing b-tches over business, ain’t tripping but i’m just saying man
we’ve been honestly in it since the beginning
don’t you waver in your position when mine ain’t any different
i mean it

[verse 2]
at a loss for words sometimes when i speak
cuz how their mouth’s be running wonder if they’re talking to me
and n-ggas say a lot of words that’s when i ask them what’s up
cuz if they really got a problem we can brawl in the street, i don’t care
a cynical brother cuz life ain’t cool
too many suckers think they’re tougher for that nine they use
looking for anything somebody do to light they fuse
but only preying on the weak, you know that life ain’t true
using sarcasm to off-put the words i hear
and maybe i’m tripping but still, ask me if i care
cause it’s too many youngn’s murdered each and every year
by a racist mother f-cker, tell me when’s it ever fair
and we ain’t helping ourselves, look how we k!ll each other
got a broken system that loves it, look at the prison numbers
soon as you’re slipping they rub it in your face
seek for better you’re fired and there’s another in your place
what the f-ck!

[verse 3]
every once in a while wish that time would stop
getting tired of serving that 9 to 5 o’clock
slave shift so i quit for the pen
locked behind the bars that i’m scripting with a sip of some gin
a hit of the blunt, some hennessy to calm my nerves
burn the midnight oil get on that all night work
cause i heard compet-tion’s working while you’re getting rest
so all the tweaker mother f-ckers probably do it best?
whatever. you heard the saying “i’ma sleep when i’m dead.”
rate of development depend if you can keep em in check
start of the game you ain’t seen another deeper in debt
training the swords til they’re cutting through your meat and your flesh
you can tip your cap friendly or we can fight to the death
challenge was met, now i’m squeezing out your life til it’s just a gasp
these mother f-ckers better learn player
you know the terms, laugh now let them burn later
it’s on

- kenson formerly emmo the kid

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