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mr. krane - lights out كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i miss the days when music critics weren’t incredibly dumb
when after seeing grammy winners i didn’t need to get drunk
when all you had to do was music made not only for charts
when industry was not so f-cked, and now we see only sc-m
selling their -sses for f-gs to grab this d-mn number one
600.000 a week, but what the f-ck on your mind?
you grab the grammy for rapping but i don’t see decent rhymes
where did the old kendrick go? what the f-ck happened, lamar?
mad city changed you, kung fu kenny worth a penny, but i
won’t give you this, i wish i had the chance to go back in time
and f-ck me up just for a thought about, uh, buying your cr-p
the masks are falling down, messiah, now i’m freezing your b-tt
not rich, not kid, i’m not so good at spitting raps about life
but i will not have a record with motherf-cker like that
i thought you are above this sh-t, but better try not to breathe
congratulations, with “new freezer” you destroyed your career

[bridge 1]
cross trafalgar square, kenny over here, f-ck him up in there

[verse 2]
yo, say f-ck the chorus, f-ck the trends, then say goodbye to the charts
instead of doing sh-t i choose to be incredibly smart
prefer to be a bitter pill and not to have a sweet heart
i start to motherf-cking push instead of pushing to start
who do we have right now, f-ckers? rappers that do not rap
these motherf-cking kids worth nothing, rockstars full of d-mn crack
just like the sound of their necks when i take a step on their plaques
they were so hard to earn in 90’s, cut that f-cking sh-t back!
you start forgetting legends, kids, and now here comes the payback
i’m the amb-ssador of conscious rap, it’s only a fact
my reasoned thinking doesn’t let me call you b-tches and f-gs
without the f-cking reason, but i got a bag full of that
you f-cking jerks cannot remember 1995
the year of death of gangsta rap, “poverty’s paradise” –
the one and only alb-m of 90s deserving gram-
mys just for being a rap record, click and clack

[bridge 2]
sleep on this and stare, looking up on here, i’ll be down there

[verse 3]
three verses in the row, my mind is working really quicker
than uzi vert recording songs, but f-ck him, let him eat sh-t
f-ck being humble, i’m so tired, i’m so f-cking sleepless
insomnia is k!lling me just like your d-mn playlist, b-tch
i’m f-cking tired of my crew with family feuds and problems
my love galore is full of wh-r-s that f-ck the mumble rappers
they don’t know sh-t ’bout loyalty but love the backs of bouncers
this not the story of oj but i’m that yellow b-st-rd
the flower boys with layla’s wisdom act so f-cking s-ssy
they sh-t on faces of the blacks, it’s only for the culture
the gods make world go round by spinning up forth and backwards
i guess you didn’t understand the words but most of rappers
that feel my flow and understand why i’m so d-mn insane
tell f-ckers that i’m yet to come to bring me back this game
say f-ck to similarity and calm down my migraine
and try cosplaying drake’s recording, nothing was the same

[bridge 3]
i’m offensive, yeah, if you f-cking care, i’ll be over there

- mr krane

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