Songtexte Talent - Nomrah

You are the actual Devil

Spittin' fire while I'm draggin' your body
With the hachet I buried deep in you back
Gnats Imma squash
You funny looking tough guys who only talk & never act
These kids selling their dignity for some plaques (just for some plaques)
I'm not off the hook myself but everybody has a past
I'm ranking myself at the top (top)
I got some killers (hsh-hsh)
Who be watching for my opps (ay)
Bitch I got hexed, fell to the depths
Antagonized by the rights like lefts
I'm depressed, what a mess fuck (fuck)
But I still flex uh
Back in the kitchen I'm cooking shit up
Running my mouth & I don't even give a fuck
A cup of coffee and a blunt
It's how I roll, it ain't a stunt
She got a body straight out of a museum (ah)
Heavenly pussy, she ain't need no BBL
I get purple when she suck me like William
After that I make her kitty yell (hsh)
I'm calling my city hell (city hell)
Little kids thinking they really heel (really what?)
Bleed on the ground when we keep it real (hahaha)
Leave 'em a scar that'll never heal (nah)
Put 'em through an ordeal
No bitch I don't feel remorse
I don't kill
Supposed to make you squeal
Make you kneel, I love the thrill
I'll curb you with your grills on

I'll serve you like the skillet warm
It burns you, right? And sticks your skull
To the bottom of the metal & I gotta get it severed
If I pop a little better, then I'm prob'ly an Excedrin
When I go straight for your head and get you all messed up
My flow raised up, I'll go eight months
Without sayin' a word, you're very disturbed
My soul ain't just for four lame fucks
To make a record & claim that they worth
A single cent of what money I make
They seem upset when they run to the bank
'Cuz we are meant to come up in the game
And seize the debts that were once in our names
So we stayin' solo, keep the revenue
Panic over things we never knew
Manic lover dreams of resolute
Claim to cover me in "endless truths"
'Til I ran to other means of health and truth
And I made it out, find another way to pave a route
And when summer rays are raining down
I will conjure ways to make this town
My (my)
Own (own)
Find (find)
Home (home)
Right (right)
Wrong (wrong)
Right (right)
Wrong (wrong)

Ha, let me switch it up
Moved out of hell & dodged the draft
Burnt Khomeini's picture & laughed
I'm in his nightmares like Freddy, FNAF
Married to chaos, guess I's born a menace (a menace)
Ten to 10K get green on me like Ben is (ay)
Just called up Cali he came through with lettuce (lettuce)
This ain't a TV show, I ain't Tom Ellis (Luci)
But I got your boyfriend jealous (ay)
They're throwing bras at us (ay)
I'm fucking my bitch in a palace (what?)
I'm gonna empty the gallon
Just running up my balance
I just be on the salad
Switching the flow to vary
You just the same, invalid
If I want it I can make it happen
If I want it I can leave some damage
I can without the Mosby sandwich
It's in my blood, my talent
My (my-talent)
Own (own-talent)
Find (find-talent)
Home (home-in my blood my talent)
Right (right-talent)
Wrong (wrong-talent)
Right (right-uh)
Wrong (wrong-in my blood my talent)