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teddy tesla – god mode كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
and i don’t know who i should be more upset with, these haters or myself
cause i had the nerve to listen to them and let them delay my wealth
but i was just nervous about finally fulfilling my purpose
still far from it, but my destiny’s to be perfect
so now it’s time for working, picking up the velocity
coming with a ferocity that would have even cameron kirking
i’m still at the bottom, and i just want to play here
but even a ferris wheel can’t reach the zenith, without a nadir
i need a sloan, scratch that i need one hotter
i need a sloan to sell all these lambs led to the slaughter
i need a sloan for motivation, macklemore had his daughter
i need a sloan for when these raps start flowing like water
and even all the “d-mns” that you’re saying audibly
can’t hold back the flood, now land is a commodity
but i could have been starting fires, really i’m a prodigy
burn down the whole planet, nobody else as f-cking hot as me

[verse 2]
ayo royce, can i rhyme some more? about rhyme some more?
and tell jay i ain’t rapping about crime no more
i left all my fake shit behind some doors
forgot all my old raps but i’m going to find some more
because i ain’t got time no more, to concoct these stories
you’re sleeping on me, i know, i can hear the snoring
i’m trying to craft my own style, so i can go for the glory
all you rappers say the same things, your rhymes are boring
yea, you were selling white in the house, like your name is cory
meanwhile i’m trying to do it better than anyone who came before me
“but you sound like…” no shit, b-tch, i got influences
that’s just how music is, how else am i supposed to do this shit?
i build off the bibles left behind by the legends
but i preach my own shit, now that i’m the reverend
so you better heed my teachings, while the shit’s still pleasant
about to bring down the wrath of god, give you till the count of seven

[verse 3]
it wasn’t the meteors, i k!lled the dinosaurs
how’d i do it? metaphors–and these rhymes of course
you can blame my thesaurus for no more tyrannosaurus
i had to k!ll the pterrodactyls, my lines had too much force
i’m defying all counsel, going solo like anakin
you couldn’t make me a model citizen, even if i was a mannequin
the only thing i murder is beats, but you should still bring the cameras in
because my mugshot’s the only thing you’re worth handling
i dont know why i paint myself as a common criminal
when i’m stealing bars from god, my prison bars should be mystical
my shit so magic, it probably belongs in a witch’s brew
i’m eternal, you got no season like a white b-tch’s stew
that’s for the sistas who need a bit more self esteem
cause they were represented by a frog, up on that disney screen
but the closest thing my mom had to look up to was billie jean
a real b-tch, but she looked like a beauty queen on that movie screen

[verse 4]
old school beat, still feel ahead of my time
what other rapper you know premiered in his prime?
nas did with illmatic, made everybody fanatics
jay was good early on, but recently? less fantastic
rappers’ careers more long winded than james joyce
should have been dead after the first chapter, weymar royce
don’t want a short career, already 5’7” for the rest of time
but add your d-ck to my height, still wouldn’t reach 5’9”
not one for the court, but my temper’s just as short
roasting people for sport even if we cohorts
so dont come to me with some bad news to report
i’ll cut you off quick, leave your sorry -ss in jorts
have your pants riding higher than how jamaicans livin’
and i dont f-ck with pigs unless they got some bacon in ’em
wondering why the lord gave me such a weakness for naked women
but my genes are perfect like levi himself made the denim
ask earl, i ain’t got no b-tch in my dna
up and coming rapper, just looking for some t ‘n’ a

[verse 5]
and i’ve been doing battle with all my inner demons
wondering if this is my path, or if the devil’s just been scheming
wondering about my life, i’ve been trying to find a reason
because if i don’t have an impact, then i might as well be dreaming
and maybe i am, but then why won’t i wake up?
why do all my relationships end in brutal breakups?
not just my girls, but my friends and my homies
but them being projections would explain why they’re all phony
i dont have the stomach for the lies and deceptions
satan claiming that he put these lines in my mind, like inception
when rumors from your haters get treated like confessions
but if you really knew me, there would be no question
should have met all of your doubts with harsh rejection
should have known i was the god, since the date of my conception
i’m cutting down these false prophets in quick succession
the only one who blessed him is that dude staring back at my reflection

- teddy tesla

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