paroles de chanson Bulletz - Sun Light

Where are my lyrical shooters at? Say you can rap, well then prove the fact
Always so adamant that you can handle it but cannot actually rule the track
So let us take you to music class, in school was the only one doing that
'Part from my boi, yea, my dude would spaz, you should've seen what we'd do to tracks
When I was bored or the day was too hard then we'd pick up our thoughts and go to the back
Sit on the floor with acoustic guitar and he'd strum on a chord or he'd choose to tap
And then of course it would spark up a thought and I'd start to record and I'd spew a rap
About all my flaws or why my opponents should jump with a rope and a noose attached
Sorry for being insensitive, rhyme is so intricate, how do I think of it
Now that I think of it, it ain't the simplest jotting these lyrics and meanings so implicit
Sentences stressing my mental and venting through pen is just getting so desperate
Delicate just like a petal is, I rose from the ash to spit bullets
At my opponents, I'm back, I'm the coldest, with raps I'mma blow up, I act like the bonus
Detach like a loner to craft all the pro-work, when rapping this vulgar you react like a flatlining soldier
Other words I'm a tactical coder, how I might just break words and put 'em back on this project
Just like how Batman has showed us, I'm actually known for just spazzing on jokers
Yea, but I'm my biggest critic
Whenever working on a project gotta question if I really did it
I see the vision vivid
But if I said I never doubted anything I ever did then I'd be hypocritic
I keep it ritualistic
I am very routine when it comes to rising early and with scripting lyrics
I need some frickin' scissors
Cause if the words don't slice the paper, gotta cut it out the verse like it wasn't existent
But I ain't finished, listen, nah I ain't through with you yet
How you think you're gonna spit the verse in one full breath
Gotta learn to put some breaks into the piece because that's
The only way that you'll be ready for public performance
And I learnt that from Tech, 'niques that I ain't done yet
Least I know what I don't know cause that's what fucks with your head
Thinking you're the best when you ain't even really start yet
Makes you think that you can rock with us and spit the bullets

All I hear is yada, ain't no substance, blah blah
The bullets that I have been talking 'bout ain't the ones up in the gun, no, nah nah
Talking 'bout rapping and wordplay, chopping it up with the burst spray
Man, I feel so alone, everyone wearing Hermes
They rap about catching a check though, all of 'em got my respect, bro
But I grew up on putting words in patterns to connect, so
All I hear is yada, ain't no substance, blah blah
The bullets that I have been talking 'bout ain't the ones up in the gun, no, nah nah

Ink blot two, let me introduce
The flow that feels like the indo blew
Create in the game, a Nintendo crew
Ask the page how I'll make my print on you
In the car, I'm Aurion like a Timbo loop
I let my tongue go and it did go zoom
And then I go up, there is no spoon
I'm toying over the beat cause I know I'm the microphone king
White noise all when you speak ignoring your speech and I'm hoping
My bois all wanna see my cabinetry with the trophies
Cause like Royce, I wanna leave with about three in the GOAT ring
Everybody saying they're an up and comer
Even when they got a lot of work undercover
They're sticking to the name 'til they've done the numbers
When they make it you can see they got a ton of courage
Everybody said Russ had failed in the industry
But he flipped 'em all around to show what he could really be
When it come to the rhyming and technical ability
I'm the epitome of dedication, on a winning streak
I had some people that I wanted for this one
Godemis was gonna drop atomic on this song
My friend Nemesis would've been an honorable pick but
I killed the track alone to show you I'm in front, man, all I hear is

All I hear is yada, ain't no substance, blah blah
The bullets that I have been talking 'bout ain't the ones up in the gun, no, nah nah
Talking 'bout rapping and wordplay, chopping it up with the burst spray
Man, I feel so alone, everyone wearing Hermes
They rap about catching a check though, all of 'em got my respect, bro
But I grew up on putting words in patterns to connect, so
All I hear is yada, ain't no substance, blah blah
The bullets that I have been talking 'bout ain't the ones up in the gun, no, nah nah

Yada, blah blah, no, nah nah, nah nah