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My Heart (Freestyle)

Shawn May

The UNmastered Mixtape

11.04.2014

19

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Tekst piosenki
[Intro] One time Two times [Verse 1] This shit wasn't even in the original You knew I couldn't wait so I had to do it without you My heart moves Heavy adrenaline Mind fallin' through time You can call a nigga the MinuteMan Steady speakin' from the heart Ricardio Little heartbeat comin' at you wit the funny flow Snapback on, Nike checks on my feet I'm checkin' the game, keepin' it obsolete I noticed that a nigga use the same words I'm a nerd But all of my thoughts are quite blurred Only can see lines when I'm writin' The lyrics of a visionary Changin' the future, yeah that's quite scary So don't call me lyrical Cuz most of yo favorite rappers are so hypocritical They always be critical of yo actions Or they rather be actin' Like pussies, steady distracted They could never explain it I'm steady rainin' on they parade You think you can rap? Boy you playin' charades This that Obey Pootie nigga, tippy tay Wadahtah I whips all you pussies in shape I'm takin' you people to a different place In my lyrics so none of these fuck niggas safe From the harm you did yourself The harm you did your health These niggas are somethin' else When it comes to that fuckin' wealth Now kill yourself [Verse 2] Typical freestyle Comin' from the Kid, this prolly gon take a while Can't go a day without niggas bitin' my style I'm just a fuckin' Rookie, why couldn't you wait a while And this is for that typical bitch Who always gets in my face, constantly talkin' shit Talkin' bout I can't rap, how my shit so trash Nigga get the fuck out my face wit yo Mr. Brown ass This the ignorance I talk about The shit never bliss when it comes out yo mouth I remember when this kid was headin' South Of Miss America even though she done had her doubts I'm too nice Backpack on, got you niggas thinkin' twice About life, and how the shit an experiment But we call her a bitch cuz you stupid, you too illiterate So to you, these lyrics will sound belligerent It's a pain to be listenin' Sanity lost Nigga gon need some Ridolin Gettin' rid of these hooligans Brothers be like "Who you wit?" Cycle of foolishness I'm Bernie Mac, I be snappin' they necks off All the rappers deceased, they be tippin' they hats off Givin' props to a kid who constantly shows off His talent Upsettin' the balance of generations If competition was fierce, this shit would be complicatin' I'm constantly conversatin' With my nigga Ishai We the Indigo, the troop of all time You listenin' to the rhymes Of a typical kid With a typical dream Doin' typical things Philosophy of a king Let see what unfolds, what this tape will bring [Outro: Blake VS Teleconnetic Rap Battle] Lyrical but don't speak no miracles Lyrical but don't speak any miracles What the fuck does that mean bruh? No, seriously, honestly, please tell me what that shit mean?
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