Songtexte Burning Sage - ThaMonster

The Sound back in this motherfucker for the '95 with the long-awaited
With a tape full of new shit for your ass to bump, you know what I'm saying?
For you jealous motherfuckers, for you worrisome-ass niggas
For you low-down motherfuckers
Two-face-ass motherfuckers
All in the motherfucking [inaudible]
You know what I'm saying?
A lot of them hoes right in my hood
And I can't forget you ole leftover-ass bitches
Some shit on here for y'all ass too!
You know what I'm saying?
And we got some bump on here
For all the real niggas, you know, them down niggas
That's down with the Sound
So you know what I'm saying, y'all know who y'all is

I come from rats, roaches, ants and mice
3AM, all up in my room spoiling my appetite
Buddy on my line like, "what's up?" I don't know, ain't nothing fine
I'm tryna make a dime, I profit off my rhymes
What a time to be alive, every day I thank the divine
Every single thing I do gotta leave a mark, ain't talking crimes
It's been hours, I've been rapping and overthinking my lines
It's been hours
Violence is eternity and trumps all pain
I got told sorry many times, but that's all vain
Leave my print on them all, ain't scared to cite y'all names
I'm successful, not for me, but just to spite y'all gangs
Stressed out, I think I'm losing hair, I'm frustrated
Hell is only what's in the hood but aggravated
Oh well, in the middle of the projects I love
Waiting for checks in my mail
I'm anxious 'cause if I fail it's dangerous

Had way more than enough time for myself
Stepping back from the music and stepping in great stealth
Stepping hard, put more pressure on you than a black belt
When I finish this tape, I'm bout to have the mic melt
They tried to stop me, right? They tried to block me, didn't they?
I beat them to death, it never been a fade
I been away
Been bitter, been a big spitter since an early age
Big hitter, pull a tooth out, I'm Shia on my tapes
Not all that glitters is gold, you should reconsider
I can't let them get in my head, I cannot be controlled by Twitter
Since the second grade, I got told I was an interesting critter
Put my feelings on a sheet because I listened to my sister
Put my thoughts on beat, so much I couldn't look inside the mirror
Lost some weight but never lost money, balance got thicker
It's been a year and a half, I work harder than Raye's liver
Got lots to say so you listen to everything I deliver

Aw, yeah
Hate on all you hoes
DJ Sound, out