[Intro: Jordan Chase & Dexter Morgan]
I know it was sudden, and you probably didn't appreciate it, but you'll look back on it, you'll realize it was worth it. Don't forget what happened here this weekend, Dexter
I won't
Act on what you learned. Don't let it slip away. It's what I tell my clients. Tick tick tick? That's the sound of your life running out
[Verse]
Huh
Slake
I spit d kinda shit my generation sleep on
My mentor died on d war front doing recon
My idol died when his heart failed to beat on
So who the hell is a rapper to make me run
Just copped a new 'Liv...it's become a habit
Making up for what I missed, how come I nеver had it
Looking on in the dark man I've bеcome an addict
Of every twisted thought, somehow I come up with magic
Three years in the game, no deal and few offers
I still put fear in the underground, I ain't even bothered
Too busy leaving school to make moves to sign a deal
I'm making shit I love and still try'na improve on my appeal
Making love to Sade every other night
Drinking Nasir, just to balance out my other life
Girls see me like you ain't even look like a rapper
Anti-social recluse that doesn't drink or ignore his father
Looking back I'm flipping glad that I chose to rap
My therapy I'm kicking math and jizzing on your crap
Chasing dames, chasing dimes, re-spitting my rhymes
Yanni in my head, and people be feeling my yarns
I'm a rebel with a cause that doesn't sound like one
Bohemian commander changing many minds until I'm gone
Radical tendencies, somebody better shackle me
I'm bombing on the game, what's the point try'na tackle me?
Too creative for a 9-5 I tried it out
It was torture did a 180 back to rap
I'm the gifted, born sinner with a holy grail
That's my twisted mind, they told me I will pro'ly fail
Fuck it I'm on, live by my own standards
Y'all really blinded by the world's absurd standards
Double standards of what a guy ought to really be
And how every girl is a hoe and that shouldn't be
Shut up your lying lips, what makes you think you know better
Or what gives you the right over lives of unknown fellas
Fake morality and religious Pharisees
Luxuriating in mental miasma, oh you Sadducees
It's sad to see
Really bad u had to be
The ones who never seen their lives
For what it has gotta be
And yet you have the audacity to question my motives
Like there's a hierarchy for sin, please, turn on my oldies
Don't tell me that you love my shit if you don't love it
I mean I want you to love it but if you don't, fuck it
Ain't 'bout that Vegas life, so all that crap, cut it
On the pursuit of happiness, I'm try'na find Cudi
Shouts to Jorge D Best cos that's the title of his tape
I put my niggas on, I'm nothing like all of you lames
I never doubt a dream but even if, I still support it
And then I believe, fuck it, why don't y'all do the same
[Outro: Jordan Chase & Lumen Pierce]
He's yours. [Laughs] Oh, please. [Laughs] You're acting like there's some polite way to do this, like there's some... me etiquette. [Laughs] Killing is killing, Dexter. Let's at least be honest about that. Look at you. You're transformed too. You're beautiful. And you know what? If you hadn't met me, you would never have known you had it in you
I wouldn't have had it in me
Well, now you do!
Shut up!
I know it was sudden, and you probably didn't appreciate it, but you'll look back on it, you'll realize it was worth it. Don't forget what happened here this weekend, Dexter
I won't
Act on what you learned. Don't let it slip away. It's what I tell my clients. Tick tick tick? That's the sound of your life running out
[Verse]
Huh
Slake
I spit d kinda shit my generation sleep on
My mentor died on d war front doing recon
My idol died when his heart failed to beat on
So who the hell is a rapper to make me run
Just copped a new 'Liv...it's become a habit
Making up for what I missed, how come I nеver had it
Looking on in the dark man I've bеcome an addict
Of every twisted thought, somehow I come up with magic
Three years in the game, no deal and few offers
I still put fear in the underground, I ain't even bothered
Too busy leaving school to make moves to sign a deal
I'm making shit I love and still try'na improve on my appeal
Making love to Sade every other night
Drinking Nasir, just to balance out my other life
Girls see me like you ain't even look like a rapper
Anti-social recluse that doesn't drink or ignore his father
Looking back I'm flipping glad that I chose to rap
My therapy I'm kicking math and jizzing on your crap
Chasing dames, chasing dimes, re-spitting my rhymes
Yanni in my head, and people be feeling my yarns
I'm a rebel with a cause that doesn't sound like one
Bohemian commander changing many minds until I'm gone
Radical tendencies, somebody better shackle me
I'm bombing on the game, what's the point try'na tackle me?
Too creative for a 9-5 I tried it out
It was torture did a 180 back to rap
I'm the gifted, born sinner with a holy grail
That's my twisted mind, they told me I will pro'ly fail
Fuck it I'm on, live by my own standards
Y'all really blinded by the world's absurd standards
Double standards of what a guy ought to really be
And how every girl is a hoe and that shouldn't be
Shut up your lying lips, what makes you think you know better
Or what gives you the right over lives of unknown fellas
Fake morality and religious Pharisees
Luxuriating in mental miasma, oh you Sadducees
It's sad to see
Really bad u had to be
The ones who never seen their lives
For what it has gotta be
And yet you have the audacity to question my motives
Like there's a hierarchy for sin, please, turn on my oldies
Don't tell me that you love my shit if you don't love it
I mean I want you to love it but if you don't, fuck it
Ain't 'bout that Vegas life, so all that crap, cut it
On the pursuit of happiness, I'm try'na find Cudi
Shouts to Jorge D Best cos that's the title of his tape
I put my niggas on, I'm nothing like all of you lames
I never doubt a dream but even if, I still support it
And then I believe, fuck it, why don't y'all do the same
[Outro: Jordan Chase & Lumen Pierce]
He's yours. [Laughs] Oh, please. [Laughs] You're acting like there's some polite way to do this, like there's some... me etiquette. [Laughs] Killing is killing, Dexter. Let's at least be honest about that. Look at you. You're transformed too. You're beautiful. And you know what? If you hadn't met me, you would never have known you had it in you
I wouldn't have had it in me
Well, now you do!
Shut up!
( Cerebral Slake )
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