Текст песни Al Bundy - The Emsee

Got the whole house to myself
It's like I died and went to (hi, Al) hell
Yeah, it's Al Bundy

Cabin fever

Let's vibe with it, vibe with it, uh

This is what you call a statement piece, it's Al Bundy, telling y'all to take a seat
How many times can I taste defeat, before I decide it tasted sweet?
About 100 or so, you know, they come and they go
But I never stop, I'm always running the show
Who you think you're fucking with bro?
I've got a flow that could give a sun burn to an Eskimo's toe

And I never fumbled a throw, y'all are stumbling yo
Still waiting for those numbers to grow
But keep them pesos, you bozos are clowns
Thinking you're Bezos, can't see that I'm space bound

I used to think I was the star on the Walmart sign
I'm focused on a new horizon
Thought I blew my shot 'cause my fuel was low
Now I'm gassed up, headed for the blue horizon
Always been about that end game like the Russo brothers
I pen pain and show you my true colours
Y'all will never get it, until the day comes
When you want something so bad, but you never get it

See, a part of me is honestly just aggressive
The other part of me's really just empathetic
Sometimes I want to dead a record, that's the competitive
I know that others feel the same way, and I respect it
But this for those that don't know I been nice
I'm 'bout to rip your heads off and shit down your wind pipe
Maybe that's flagrant, how much more patient
Can I be before I start breaking your favourites?

They do the safe shit, you know, the same shit?
Girlfriend with a cold, bae sick
And I can be that too, but there's just more to me
Morally, the reason a lot of y'all are ignoring me
We're all a doctor call away from getting picked off of this place
That's not for debate
I want to see y'all win, I offer a take
It's usually shit I learned from my awful mistakes

Got a lot on my plate, doubled down on the wrong type of music
Brought substance and y'all abused it
I write the poems that go right up the nose
But they don't keep you awake, they just keeping you woke, so
This for those that are on the fence like Go Mat!
I book a show, and they like "I don't know Mat
Maybe you should hold back, take that real talk and slow that
It isn't too late to go back"

See y'all think I don't know that
I coulda tapped out, had few stacks to count
Could have quit rhyme and learned design
And pimp these rappers for their dreams if they believe like I believe in mine
The bar owner and trust me, it's never leaving time
Was never really a reading guy, but I read the room
And read the signs, read people's eyes and then I speak in rhyme
Reach their mind and just hopefully find a deeper vibe

In my darkest time, this would comfort me
I won't lie this shit's always been fucking fun to me
I've got a seed, and I'm trying to give her a money tree
Until then, fuck everybody who doesn't fuck with me
Life hack, you could sell your soul to climb a chart
Or you get a decent job and just make your art
Nobody giving you ten cents for their ten cents
Depends though, you a fan of independence?

You see I actually am
Even with this lack of gratitude to my pen
I'm still spitting flows like it's high school talent shows
Fun fact, that was the first cheque I ever cashed
I'm a stellar rapper but a better dad
And if you think I peaked, well, go and kiss my ass
And to those still holding on to autographs
I appreciate the fact you believe in Mat

Who really knows what tomorrow will bring?
But you only live once, and I'm doing my thing
And yesterday's highs are really all that I need
'Cause I already did everything I said I'd achieve
It's Al Bundy
It's Al Bundy