Текст песни So What (V2) [Shit Out of Luck] - Jestamang

Everybody knows no one like poets
But rappers keep at it
Like biter tigers
In spite of most likely getting shot

Poets don't need to make rhymes
Don't need to keep time
Either or neither
Makes no difference
For delivery

Poets don't need to sell their mind
And guess what
They don't need to buy nothing either right

Let me ask you something
What
All this fucking stuff
It's not liminal
It's subliminal

Get crazy on the street
Make your body tweet
Take opportunity
Live with impunity

Freshen up goddamn it
Be sweet

Gallop with the horse
Reach into ravines
Run with the wind
For the true obscene
And the true serene

I'm not saying life is endless
Just get it on again
You can't get nirvana
Downstairs at the bodega

You can't grow in a strangled town
So loosen up the handles
Bring out the bengals

What I mean is U be U
Like in W