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mike east - dust punk كلمات الأغنية

this is how it’s gotta be
i’m tired of singing outta key
and sitting back while you’re harvesting a mockery
from now on, i follow me
don’t wanna be a part of your lottery
ever heard of monogamy?
i could’ve been the hottest thing to ever throttle free
of your -ssembly line – your motherf-cking model t
and i’ve seen a lotta sheep, harsh optometry
but when i look at my reflection, i see a f-cking prodigy
born under the bull but conceived within cancer
wouldn’t take no for an answer, the miracle fetus
it left me predisposed and so inspired, but you’re tired
and now you’re sleeping on a lyrical g*nius
i’ve got a fire inside that i’m trying to hide until my time
it’s bright, but not even the mirror can see this
cause it’s a f-cking surprise. i’m up in the skies and i’m saying
f-ck the world like it was a spherical p-n-s
so frickin’ out-throw me
you diss without knowing
the fact of the matter that chatter is about roaming
you’re missing out, homie…
but you evicted me so i drink the wine of victory
and when i p-ss it out, blow me
phony bologna, only spitting novelty rhymes
trynna make a model of my novel design
you’re a mess like bottle-free wine
and i refuse to be another f-cking mother duck for you to waddle behind
i’d like to thank you for the inspiration that you’re affordin’
honestly, i adore it, because your sh-t is borin’
but now at least you’re contributing to the artform
and what you inspired is kinda f-ckin’ hardcore
motherf-ckers like you are what’s keeping my music moody
i hack the hatred up as new reconst-tuted beauty
so when your cred is dismembered and your merit is left in embers
just remember that you f-cking helped to do this to me

chorus:
we had a vision, a common love for precision
but you wouldn’t listen when you shoulda listened the f-ck up
i stay committed, i’m chivalrous and you’re timid
when i’m spittin’, i’m smitten, and for the beat i’m l-st drunk
king kupa’s comin’ out of his sh-ll and raisin’ h-ll
feedin’ ya flames until you’re getting your guts pumped
you had your time but this is mine, so get in line
open your mouth wide and eat my dust, punk

yeah, i know you’re waiting for it, but i’m not dropping your name here
i don’t promote you or the game that you play. stay clear
in years you’ll still be at it with a grey beard;
saint nick searching for a new gullible heard of reindeer
i’m starting my saga, you’re working a smaller version like game gear
i’m a keg of lager, you six-pack of plain beer
you portray fear, my sh-t is f-cking terrifying
boo! did i scare ya? no? your pants are wet, you’re lying
my style improves with age, your flows are petrifying –
still the same general size and shape, but less providing
f-ckin’ up every system you touch, you’re like spyware
signing unsuspecting mc’s up for your timeshare
but you’re outta the high chair, no longer being spoon-fed
you’re old enough to tie your own f-cking loose ends
if you were half as independent of a rapper as you said
you wouldn’t be dragging -ss and making goose egg
and i’ll not be stoppin’ ‘til i’m poppin’, i’m demanding feds
i could keep comparing us until the f-cking planet ends
but who’s got the advantage then?
i’ve got my hands and pens
so i’ll keep using em both to write my essays like spanish friends
you’re panicked and crying, your eyes are all swollen now
didn’t realize i was coming before a b-tch, am i colin powell?
you’re croakin’ and hopelessly gropin’ to your stolen style
but every homerun you ever thought you hit is going foul
well how now, brown cow. the floodgates opened up
you’ve stopped singing and you’re clinging to a floating stump
you thought you had the whole world at your fingertips
like you were superman, but you must’ve just been smoking dust
this whole program was brought to you by what not to do in the midst of brilliance, as well as broken trust
it didn’t go the way that you planned it, dammit
but there just ain’t enough room on this planet for the both of us

chorus:
we had a vision, a common love for precision
but you wouldn’t listen when you shoulda listened the f-ck up
i stay committed, i’m chivalrous and you’re timid
when i’m spittin’, i’m smitten, and for the beat i’m l-st drunk
king kupa’s comin’ out of his sh-ll and raisin’ h-ll, feed ya flames ‘til you’re getting your guts pumped
you had your time but this is mine, so get in line
open your mouth wide and eat my dust, punk

- mike east

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