paroles de chanson 4 Mah Peoplez - IIIA

I told you I'm back like I never left
Crossed my path and you're playing with death
No regrets in the heart of young black intellect
You ain't fucking with me, man, remain celibate
You think you're criminally minded
You just incels, life is a test
Without revolution you fail
So stay the fuck away from young Ishmael
Lights, camera, action
2am in the backseat behind sunglasses
Pour some Rembrandt on your ma, she a Rembrandt now
Frame her all the way up in the Moma
You think I'm talking hip-hop, need an art diploma
Asleep on modern movement, arthritis to the arithmetic
Here's a formula, see if you can stay with it
Blood suckers get hit with nine before they carried by six
Plus that's ten and thirty adding repercussions to it
But zero fucks given, equals switch blades hidden
Equals people going missing, you can open casket visions
The project may happen, the fallout just happened
No games played, bottle your captain
Conrad's story is the heart of rapping
Don't confuse darkness with blackness
Fuck you, my reason is the fucking passion
I'm not an artist, I'm an art test
That can't be degraded, S tier skill that's
Why I'm your favourite, I'm yours
I raw dog, this game so well, it started to pay me

I think my preschool teacher was Marina Tsvetaeva
My parent-teacher meetings were simply filled with ether
Hell is where we're bound, on my poetry book in math class
Substantial words, not yet profound
The silence creaks in emptiness, emotions found
Still here, all part of my hope
For committing crimes to my joy
This punishment was Dostoevsky's second ploy
I see the coy toy as it laps up annoyed noise
The fish scale inhale, have my nose fucking destroyed
Is it pieces or Pisces, the way I show the tale
Or tell a story but the allegories, the scars on my ribs
The you mistook for braille, drop the sibilance and competition
Is a game of who got the better kill
Explains why the first cartoon I saw
Was an exploration of skill
Oh dear, little Bambi, don't go there
Oh dear, little Bambi, don't go there
There's monsters in this forest, beware

Let me tell you a story, about pain, bloodshed and black glory
Born into a war, not made for me
For thee, I'll show love's allegory
Is ink, we left out history
Poorly we spin tales,
Even though we don't know where the fuck it's going
Emotions leak, lies kept us snowed in
Potus, don't think we important
Taoiseach don't see us, they wanna deport us
Claiming back our resources
I live without caution, my voice never be distorted
Not cruisin' cause how minorities reported
Got me feeling horrid, worst part is cops play
Executioner, in this corrupt court kid
Look I do this for my people
The good ones and the ones that are fuckin' deceitful
I do this for teachers, nurses
But also lies and crooks that feel they worthless
If you listenin' that means I do this for you too
Coup who? The thoughts free
Ain't you heard the good news
We turn bloodshed and bruises into paint for our works of art
We turn tears to rain to nature, the world's drought
Give me bitterness, I'm listening to lemonade
Sippin' in imported Sake
All the nightmares and dreams are reality now
Lucid don't exist anymore
Long nights, Henny-poured
I should call my little sister more
Instead I pick up an MPC
Hit record, I do this for you cause
I love you, whether you got it or don't

I love you, whether you feel like you in a room or caught in the smoke
I love you, whether you got the punchline or you just a joke
I love you, I'm yours
Cause you my people, my people
You're my
You're my
You're my