[ Featuring Kulent Beats ]
Life is a fight to try to gain the upper hand
These labels are given and certain words are forbidden
You know it's all a f*cking scam So why should I make it easier for others
To try to understand
Pushing the agenda of another's plan
Listen, you don't need a movement just to see the needle moving
Sometimes, you need to look inside yourself and say that you need improvement
It's called the illusion if you needing a blueprint
Just to be a decent human, And there it is, the narrative
It's one-sided, and you's a heretic With barbaric thoughts just because you stared
At a pair of tits, You want to talk how fair it is
Then we can chop it up, and I'm a Rick Flair a bitch
I wasn't talking females Matter of fact, skip all the details
And I ain't got time to be basic, And I ain't got rhymes to be wasted
I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist
And no, I ain't got time to be basic (do you), and I ain't got rhymes to be wasted
(For what)
I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist
Makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to be faceless
It makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to stay faceless
Nothing but the basics Why we stay faceless
Nothing but the basics That's why I am faceless
They changed your psychology and made you question biology
That type of ideology is like trying to find a flea inside a ki
Good luck with that odyssey, only the odd can see
Oh wait, that reminded me, don't forget to like and follow me
The dopamine inside the likes starts to swallow me
It makes it hard to acknowledge the hypocrisy in everyone's philosophy
The monopoly of monotony is kept under a lock and key
It got me with two fingers up, you either Mocking Jay or mocking me
I'm as complex as a chopped cheese from Ocky be
I'm high as Apollo, but you'd rather me wear Rocky be
In dirty sweats, closed doors, pounding meat
I'd rather get lost than nouns or words that resound in me and everything, everywhere, found in me
And I ain't got time to be basic, And I ain't got rhymes to be wasted
I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist
And no, I ain't got time to be basic (do you), and I ain't got rhymes to be wasted
(For what)
I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist
Makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to be faceless
It makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to stay faceless
Nothing but the basics Why we stay faceless
Nothing but the basics That's why I am faceless
