paroles de chanson retribution.mp4 (Or: The art of getting even in an odd world) - 4ria

I'm sick of feeling giddy for you bitches, too dense
Drop a rhythm, critics drop their two cents
I've been spilling lyrics on the instrumentals, too tense
I'm been feeling fearless
Really too drenched up in the spirit of the trench
Hence my dreaded, unwavering new sense of passion
Pedaling the ink from this pen with the stench of havoc
Settling with these rations
The devils in sync with madness, already feel like a madman
Heavy feelings erratic, my heads up, kneeling while laughing
Festering feelings, the havoc's remnants reveal my habits clashing with patterns on the beat
Held this shit captive on a leash, so I had to get this shit leased
Bitch, I'm a beast
Diminishing returns on my commitment, I've been curved
By the skin of my teeth, still preserved it all like a dentist
Replenish my inner winner
A cynic, I've been intending to get the point like I'm ending a sentence

I felt pride in my destruction
My pain is my strongest weapon
Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle
Shudder from the sweating
Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction
That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance
Intents so pure while the scent of words burn
Through the pleasure, I still yearn

F-F-Flipping through the pages, itching for another protocol
Chasing one peace like a pair of overalls, overhauled
All the information until I become a know it all
Every verse you've heard from me is unique cause I wrote em all
Overall, I'm really just neat, shit is cold and raw
Throwing salt onto your wounds and no it won't dissolve
Like my hatred won't resolve cause I fuckin' hate you, bitch
This cycle goes in circles like a bowling ball

F-F-Figuratively speaking, I've been feeling really distant
From the figures who been fickle, I just bicker every weekend
I'd try killing for a deeper purpose
Feel like I'm been keeping too much weight upon my shoulders
Everyday, I feel like bleeding out my rage and through my soul
Display how I've been dealing with the pain, so I told 'em, "I'll maintain this way of dreaming"
C-Colder, now I'm older with this faithful way of thinking
I've been sinking in the deep end
Day to day, I am still bringing what it takes to level up and keep the pace up, fuck a paystub
Traits to raise the stakes that leave a trace upon each take
I record with every war inside my head, I could embrace
Work towards a better state, a mental state that's based
W-W-Wake up everyday with tension
I could ventilate with every record 'till I'm rest assured a taste of pure contentment
A semblance of a Heaven that's on earth that could let me in
Run these tracks, my recipes equal parts petty and deadly sin
B-B-Been to hell and back, avoid states I've already been
Shit reflects the fact these raps still have a steady grip
On filling all the gaps, record this shit till my sweaty skin
Demonstrates my wrath, I'm still scheming for a steady win
Disillusioned by bruises, chew the cud or my cuticles
I soothe infliction with diction and pharmaceuticals
Communicate my views to you, now I'm like Dr. Doolittle
T-T-Taking up center stage like a musical

I felt pride in my destruction
My pain is my strongest weapon
Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle
Shudder from the sweating
Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction
That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance
Intents so pure while the scent of words burn
Through the pleasure, I still yearn
I felt pride in my destruction
My pain is my strongest weapon
Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle
Shudder from the sweating
Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction
That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance
Intents so pure while the scent of words burn
Through the pleasure, I still yearn