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vii (usa) - the invitation كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]

i got a lot in my head, revenge fresh on my mind
got a chip on my shoulder but i been biding my time
n-ggas biting my rhymes to co-pilot my wave
joe bidening whole time i’m obama with cadence
so
listen, const-tuents, this is an intervention, i’m
exorcising the demons from my body of work
and i’m exercising power when i’m writing a verse
vii like, henry vii birthing legends with the words, so disperse

[chorus]

nothing changes when n-ggas don’t wanna see me win, been a couple days since i slept well, and even then i was dreaming vividly of, k!lling my stressors off, i just came to flex on these n-ggas till all the pressure’s off

[verse 2]

i’m a monster in a suit of skin
you un-ssuming human pseudoscientific losers draw comparisons to fewer men
einstein of my time, my science is the rhymed line
n-ggas don’t see out my eyes, i don’t want nothing to do with them, uh
like mickey pruitt, i couldn’t bear so i’m through with them
tunnel vision clearer than hindsight, i’m fluent in
the language of changes, exchanging my pain for prosperity, arranging my change of the game is
what’s got them scared of me, and
yeah i can feel it but the sentiment is barely real
my palms itching, my written sentences man of steel
how a n-gga go from being black clark kent, to ripping tracks in pursuit of a black r6
soon as i get it, i’m outtie
i swear to god i ain’t looking back
came up out the hood without a charge, still was cookin crack music, black music, word to ye
never, unloaded pistols but the words could spray
for the culture, my n-gga! n-ggas switching up from the fisticuffs to sticking n-ggas up with a pistol to keep they visage tough
they poke, run, hit the van, cover like six canucks run the ice to check if the body shift when the stick is up
i’m tryna eat without my son ever readin bout me runnin from the law because i always kept the heat around me
and anybody who would dare to find a reason, doubt me!
the jig is up, i’m holly holmin these ronda rouseys

[chorus]

[verse 3]

who you think you checkin? i’m flexin in all respects and i’m pressing my compet-tion to better their summer sets, but some are set in their ways and complacent with second best, if i see i’m slept on, i’m not letting these n-ggas rest
if it’s traction, i’m alacritous
consider that whenever rapping, i’m attacking a lackadaisical rapper
half of these rappers actors, but since they lacking direction, it really isn’t surprising they tracks still be lacking action
i’m dishing wizardry xeroxes couldn’t copy g
i keep it jiggy, even rocky couldn’t rock with me
i’m pitching menace you fishy n-ggas are finished
i really reel in the meals, realer than madrid soccer team
they tellin me my stock rising
this the rap game evolution
i just let these flows fly, maintaining close ties, homie welcome to the revolution

- vii usa

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