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psyche the wordsmith - toussaint louverture كلمات الأغنية

worst rapper to ever spit on an open mic
christian rapper, they saying his stage name is psyche
secular artist who’s going the harder while these other fakers is going cold turkey like it’s the third strike
and i been seeing all the comments makes me wanna vomit
“keep up the good work” “good job”, all of y’all can stop it
i post the song just so y’all can hear all of the rhymes, but i get it, i just read between all of the lines
and i been working, i been thinking bout the future man
goals and accomplishments on how to make a future plan
don’t need no molly percocet or promethazine
bet they prolly interject this rich black king
your interjection is stronger than my projection, i’m guessing you ain’t never hear of a blessing in disguise, tell the wise all the lies in the game are so apparent, these rappers selling souls over here looking like a clearance
tell me, how do i clear this
up for y’all to let you know that i am near this
vision i have and i’m feeling like the weirdest
rapper that you’ve ever seen on this track, do you hear this?
let me switch up on the flow though, take a photo so the moment’s caught in slo mo. yo flow is a no go, i’m cold like some froyo. they know that i’m going solo like the red cup you get messed up with, young black with an awesome gift

let it breathe

paralyzed while i’m sleeping, the devil creeping, i’m having dreams i’m dying next to the world and i can’t reach it
and i could rap about on how i’m scared to fly, or i could rap about on how i’m scared to die
or i could rap about on how i’m lacking the confidence for dominance, ain’t feeling like i’m on top of this, close the door and i’m locking this, offer this opportunity to the man for immunity so his words in the game can have some type of unity
and i spit for continuity, longevity, but brevity is the soul of wit
all these cops, they got a skit, hearing the gun pop like a zit
black brother just handing food to the homeless with his white girlfriend, her father started to notice
he pulls up to his house in a suv, let he gun spray bullets and that’s the sound of police
where did he go? i don’t know
what could he do?
why was he black?
why’s the sky blue?
we making all these excuses about disparity, no type of clarity, we need some solidarity. look at the cards that they dealt us, it’s solitairing me apart from the roots that i own, the ones i’m carrying
within this nation, they got us chasing this stupid dream
yeah it sounds really nice, but it ain’t what it seems
yeah i’m black and i’m gifted, but y’all don’t care about it
they label us as the enemy, i’m aware about it, but that’s old news, watch me lead the revolution
with my words in my mind bringing the best solution
i got god on my side, so embrace the shine. worst rapper ever, i’ll be on the top in no time

- psyche the wordsmith

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