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the kuz - lyricist state of mind كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
check each rhyme, you can’t be facin’ them, i station them in a place where the—
b-ss and drum make ya face go numb, concoct a flavor, son
c-ck back and drop a stop-you-in-ya-spot tastin’ after-burn
i stack a ton of a lot of recipes that brought ya -ss a he-rs-
black, of course, i don’t act in turn; make star patterns churn
and the rings of saturn curve, family sad and hurt as i splatter dirt
—on graves, for ya wack-ss behavior
and not hailing your mighty savior, hating what you should savor
the remainder of you motherf-ckers stay in your plastic containers
next to grandma’s c-sserole, cold pizza, and burnt potaters
just a cl-ssic rapper packin’ a rap in my cap
like a mac’s in the back of my pants—cl1ck andclack and i blast
i kick a habit of spittin’ like a dip addict
i’m thinkin’, it’d be dramatically different if i was whippin’
in cadillacs, p-ssin’ on haters andblastin’ a system
that bang planets into actual existence, theorizin’, so, listen;
my horizons is in the distance, wack -ss-ssination the mission
check this tactical incision, uh
this track sound like a soundtrack to my lifestyle, hope my sound attract
a crowd from every corner of this round map, despite how
i provide a light to see, indict your right to plea
excite and divide despite you guys sayin’ you may not be likin’ me
i am me, and i am ignitin’ fire and heat
and supplyin’ your dire need to retire in defeat

[chorus]
this ain’t a craze or a phase that i’m
gonna grow weary with, it won’t fade in time
i mean, i spend days at a time here just replacin’ lines
perfect the aim, refine; you should be fearin’ this state of mine
this here religion—i’m like a lone pagan right?
i’m merely driven to be one of the greats of time
i mean, i spend day and night here just replacin’ lines
no one’ll delay the tight lyricist state of mind

[verse 2]
bugs to flypaper the way i stick to my guns
you the native militia to my army—what’s your stick to my guns?
minin’ auriferous words as a carnivorous nerd
for this rap sh-t i love, ya heard? on this sh-t i steer and then swerve
you best just stick to the curb, you can’t follow my serve
i’ll serve you in front of everyone like you my dinner hors d’oeuvres—burnt
flippin’ sh-t at ‘em again and it hurt, evocative pen, it beginnin’ to burst
not talkin’ to people, i live in the work, do not get it reverse; not a gift, but a curse
animus, as i bust on motherf-ckers, an animal dumpin’ the circ-mspection
a wordsmith, yes, and i flirt with death, and you sure neglectin’, first; you second
second; i’m first to finish in front of second first, while you lurk in r-ct-ms
you ain’t the sh-t, learn from the best, kid, burnin’ the—purp is the best sh-t
your purpose irrelevant ‘cause i’m the permanent best kid, workin’; my circuits are revvin’
causing suffering suffrage of a detective; wonderin’ how i murdered the weapon
i inspect blueprints and then recheck them, construct a-bombs
i’m filled with aplomb; my napalm verbal method
i’d say y’all talkin’—but how amputated your legs is
my sh-t hard and firm as cement—success, i sure expect it
your -ss is next, b-tch; we do not eat the same; turn ‘em anorexic
‘cause you blurred a standard message, so i prepare a rapper’s deathbed
don’t care about anger directed, just tryna be d-mn remembered
as a man who rapped it breathless, took a stand against acceptance
tried his hand against the rest of… them, who so pathetic
stuck his hands down in the dirt, just to be credited as the d-mn worst, hands down, on earth

[chorus]
this ain’t a craze or a phase that i’m
gonna grow weary with, it won’t fade in time
i mean, i spend days at a time here just replacin’ lines
perfect the aim, refine; you should be fearin’ this state of mine
this here religion—i’m like a lone pagan right?
i’m merely driven to be one of the greats of time
i mean, i spend day ‘n’ night here just replacin’ lines
no one’ll delay the tight lyricist state of mind

- the kuz

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