Http://pxqmusic.bandcamp.com/album/pre-kindled
Somebody tell me what the
Problem is, I took a listen to the competition, wondering how motherfuckers so incompetent
Can drop their shit and call it spitting, when they're coming off as soft as kittens, call him Mis-
Ter Mag, clever, with a gift of gab, and I'm keeping it maintained, so I'm fit for rap
Until I can claim fame, and get some insane brain, I'm making a main dame like your sister gag
Yeah, heh, a bit rude and offensive...hmph...but the truth is I meant it
No ruse or pretending, I choose to defend it, I rush for the lust cause the youth is authentic
And I'll prove and cement it, given the chance to spit it out, sans a bit of doubt
His fans'll get aroused and stand with him and shout, I'm embedded in the web, their hands'll get him out, right? (right!?)
Cause I ain't tryna get lost in this, gimmick-ridden-bui'ness, I'm confined to the garbage kids
Glued to youtube, who choose the new dude with 20 million views; how you finding this awesomeness?
So I gotta give my props to Hopsin, who made it so available to cop and watch him
And hear my perspective spit from a rejected kid who never let the city stop or drop him
I'm part of Broken Silence with my eyes on Strange and Funk's pasta, what's it gon' cost ya
To break me off a piece of the game? so fuck FAFSA, just make a little room on that roster for Máster...
(Hook x2)
B, M A G, I C, C, C, C, C
He's been a beast, I see, see, see-he, HE DONT, PLAYYYY, NO WAYYY (playyy, no wayyy)
Heh, don't do it, niggas is going through it, so if you speak on struggle and suffering, I'm fluent
They try to set me up on a schedule, I'm truant, see, I wouldn't correspond, even if we were congruent
I knew it, everybody hustles to box him, so I keep my ear on every motherfucker that locks in
Just to see if there's another in the struggle that tops him, and there ain't, so i'll be straight if you dont funk up my vox, man
All this time that I've been talking, should've really been watchin, cause these niggas are a problem, and these bitches are toxin
I'll text my best bet, you can guess my next step, Im'ma let the sex stretch whatever hole that my cocks in, like DAMN...
Blood, sex, and flow, besides those, I don't think there's much left to show
But when they love what I do, yo, they let me know, with that two letter love, bitch, X and O
What's next to go, just a whole bunch of weak niggas, 'claiming they're hungry, but couldn't make it to the feast' niggas
We don't feel you, capiche nigga? Unique said you were hoot, and Dope said you were treesh, nigga
And trust me, yo, we're fit to decide between the cool kids and bullshit, so get to the right
And take a hit to the pride, and just sit to the side, so you can click on the site, and place a vote for Mister
(Hook x2)
(Hook)
Somebody tell me what the
Problem is, I took a listen to the competition, wondering how motherfuckers so incompetent
Can drop their shit and call it spitting, when they're coming off as soft as kittens, call him Mis-
Ter Mag, clever, with a gift of gab, and I'm keeping it maintained, so I'm fit for rap
Until I can claim fame, and get some insane brain, I'm making a main dame like your sister gag
Yeah, heh, a bit rude and offensive...hmph...but the truth is I meant it
No ruse or pretending, I choose to defend it, I rush for the lust cause the youth is authentic
And I'll prove and cement it, given the chance to spit it out, sans a bit of doubt
His fans'll get aroused and stand with him and shout, I'm embedded in the web, their hands'll get him out, right? (right!?)
Cause I ain't tryna get lost in this, gimmick-ridden-bui'ness, I'm confined to the garbage kids
Glued to youtube, who choose the new dude with 20 million views; how you finding this awesomeness?
So I gotta give my props to Hopsin, who made it so available to cop and watch him
And hear my perspective spit from a rejected kid who never let the city stop or drop him
I'm part of Broken Silence with my eyes on Strange and Funk's pasta, what's it gon' cost ya
To break me off a piece of the game? so fuck FAFSA, just make a little room on that roster for Máster...
(Hook x2)
B, M A G, I C, C, C, C, C
He's been a beast, I see, see, see-he, HE DONT, PLAYYYY, NO WAYYY (playyy, no wayyy)
Heh, don't do it, niggas is going through it, so if you speak on struggle and suffering, I'm fluent
They try to set me up on a schedule, I'm truant, see, I wouldn't correspond, even if we were congruent
I knew it, everybody hustles to box him, so I keep my ear on every motherfucker that locks in
Just to see if there's another in the struggle that tops him, and there ain't, so i'll be straight if you dont funk up my vox, man
All this time that I've been talking, should've really been watchin, cause these niggas are a problem, and these bitches are toxin
I'll text my best bet, you can guess my next step, Im'ma let the sex stretch whatever hole that my cocks in, like DAMN...
Blood, sex, and flow, besides those, I don't think there's much left to show
But when they love what I do, yo, they let me know, with that two letter love, bitch, X and O
What's next to go, just a whole bunch of weak niggas, 'claiming they're hungry, but couldn't make it to the feast' niggas
We don't feel you, capiche nigga? Unique said you were hoot, and Dope said you were treesh, nigga
And trust me, yo, we're fit to decide between the cool kids and bullshit, so get to the right
And take a hit to the pride, and just sit to the side, so you can click on the site, and place a vote for Mister
(Hook x2)
(Hook)
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