Текст песни Hurt - Embis

Yeah, you can say you slick and you can say you ill
But how the hell are you sick if you ain't displayin' the skill?
Showin' symptoms of fakeness, please try to keep real
You braggin' 'bout cash, "I have all these bills"
But Gs keep the money quiet, that's meek mill
I had the same sickness, only drug was my Beats pill
Got through it through music and then I learned to just be real
But, 'ya know, it's pretty funny
'Cause I don't feel so inclined on this steep hill
In Cypress like B-Real, feel my mind is a weak buildin'
It just collapsed and I'm tryin' to rebuild it
But it's a wrap, no supplies and no refills, then
I'll just rap, layin' lines on a beat still to keep well
It's a warzone, you wanna battle me? Bitch, well
As soon as you step up you clam up when you see shells
Don't scare at the weapons the weak wield
You a bad actor in a B film, and we mad 'cause we feel—

Hurt, and I'm tryin' to heal it writin' a verse (So much words to say)
My spitefulness still might be a curse (I'm so hurt today)
But I'm fightin' to kill, drivin' the hearse (Blurred uncertain fate)
So you might wanna chill, I feel hurt (I'm not sure I'll stay)
And I'm tryin' to heal it writin' a verse (So much words to say)
My spitefulness still might be a curse (I'm so hurt today)
But I'm fightin' to kill, drivin' the hearse (Blurred uncertain fate)
So you might wanna chill, I feel— (I'm not sure I'll stay)

Hurt is an understatement
You can't just wash it off like dirt on the pavement
I'm assertive in sayin' that I ain't just sprayin' hatred
It's a whole 'nother game and my style is ancient
That's why I'll just spray shit that seems wild for this generation
But I'd rather spit conscience then spew some nonsense
'Cause I'm not dishonest, but why do I devote so much time
To a rhyme? I confess: to provoke a sign in my mind
That I ain't just another guy on the mic
'Cause if I could get by with just rhymin' one line
I would die just another sign of my time
Cryin' inside, I strive for respect, won't die for a check
Let's hope I don't put a nine to my head or a knife to your neck
Keep check, of my mental health, I don't live in wealth
I don't live in hell, but dang, if I had a wishin' well
I'd wish you well, insane? I have a void in my heart
Fill it with noise to heal scars
Feels like no choice, so it starts to beat
Only when something is there to bridge the part between

Hurt, and I'm tryin' to heal it writin' a verse (So much words to say)
My spitefulness still might be a curse (I'm so hurt today)
But I'm fightin' to kill, drivin' the hearse (Blurred uncertain fate)
So you might wanna chill, I feel hurt (I'm not sure I'll stay)
And I'm tryin' to heal it writin' a verse (So much words to say)
My spitefulness still might be a curse (I'm so hurt today)
But I'm fightin' to kill, drivin' the hearse (Blurred uncertain fate)
So you might wanna chill, I feel— (I'm not sure I'll stay)