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Comprende

Hip-Hop/Rap

Comprende wurde am 19. September 2025 von PsyKick als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtSymptoms of Inertia

Songdetails

AlbumSymptoms of Inertia

Veröffentlichungsdatum19. September 2025

LabelPsyKick

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM92

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

PsyKick

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Joshua Mikael Corbin-Tomlinson

Joshua Mikael Corbin-Tomlinson

Songwriter

Anthony Kyuno

Songwriter

Songtexte

Yeah

Listen

Lyrical sensei cutting minds with my blade

No comprende what I say, that's okay

I'll make a way to comprehend me

When I lay my words in place

Multisyllabic literal killer

With lyrical feeler lacking any filler

Corny white rapper mentioning "Dilla"

Sounding like an Em-Clone mixed with some Mac Miller

Always sad and seems like he's ready to leave

I didn't know this would happen to me

I'm trying to steer clear and speak originally

But really what's underneath

Another film geek who thought his words were unique

No one cares what I think

And I think that for me

It's a blessing in disguise you see

Cause I could be free to rap anything better

Than half of these clowns you stream

But I ain't hard from the streets

Wasn't steeped in poverty

Been through adversity

That would make you seek some counseling

Or a gat to blow your scalp off

So when they think I'm soft

They don't consider what I gotta do

To get in and get rid of these bidders

I call them bitters cause they been biting flows

Like they're bidding on their soul to be sold off

And worn like a fancy coat

But I embrace that cold, come on ho

Give me some more, I could be alone

I could be broke, I could be sad

I could lose hope and I could be dope

Drop a song that slaps harder than your man ass when he drops soap

But I flow like I doing the rope-a-dope shuffle

Fucking up this couple who watches the cuckold, call it throuple

The good and evil side of Psy

Got me caught in between and I

Find a way to ride (write) on that line so fine

That it causes my harder side to arise

So big it broke the desk when I was writing this aww shit

That's the second thing this week that's been split

So they try to ride me around like a rodeo clown

Hiding in the barrel now, waiting to be slugged around

Anxious for that slug round to exit at the barrel loud

The rap is a hunting ground and I fear I am out

They've been on the prowl afraid of my sound

Cause they no, comprehend ay, ain't it splendid

You can send this to your mom, brother, and kids

Then it'll make sense to you little shits

See the wordplay is this and the joke is

Ah, fuck it you prick! I've been saying some hard shit

Since I started this

You sound like crap (Uh-huh) you're mix is ass

But your words are gas (oh okay), you shouldn't flow so fast

(whatever) And I don't get your raps

Then perhaps I should take a fucking axe

As I sharpen my attacks

I should become a master of my craft

I don't wanna try to act like I give

A fuck about half of you little brats

So give a round of applause, to PsyKick going in hard

32 Rounds against a demigod, and coming out without a scratch at all

I'll be flapping jaws, dropping bombs like it's shock and awe

Sawed in half like Maul, saw my future and all

So I grab my pen to start this crawl

Like a title card on Star Wars start

Spitting lyrics faster than a stalwart to halt your heart

Bars too sharp so no comprende, but I'm a lyrical sensei

Cutting minds with my blade

Written by: Anthony Kyuno, Joshua Mikael Corbin-Tomlinson

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