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Coleman Cruz Hughes
Coleman Cruz Hughes
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Schrodinger's emcee, Whether i'm dead or alive you gotta respect me I'm tired of politcs and tired of press briefs And i'm tired of college kids with the try hard aesthetics I learned less from college than from the wiki binge And learned more from Molly than from religious men Always thought out of boxes like I finished confessing Probably woulda quit rappin if not for Desh he called me on the phone And said Coleman you gotta send a message Or else they one tell the story without you and they'll embellish I had to tell it I stay up til 4AM dealin with my stress The only way i know how, a neat sip of High West I'm not from the South and I'm not from the projects, I'm from the place where Tony Soprano was shot dead Dirty Jersey baby Apologies for the spoiler I didn't start from the bottom but i did start up from boredom. I'll play the artist when critics need to be drawn up and quartered Purchase whatever's in front of me just to toss it in storage So in the end I suppose you could say i'm paying it forward Payin it forward Payin it forward Payin it forward Payin it forward Stick to the fact s ma'am Before i published a word, i was writing raps fam It's the revenge of the kid with the rolley backback Silverware matte black, eating steady And always seein too many people or not enough And often dealin with niggas who only want a cut, fuck 'em The rap game got more puppets than a muppet function And more dumb babies than the product of cousin-fuckin Juilliard dropout, made the city my school Now every house is brought down like the titties can move But i gotta give the credit where credit is due That's why i give to myself and don't give it to you You know i hate to see women in pain But i also hate all commitments that fuck with my game, Though me and failure's been mixin like oil & rain They still tryna soil my name, Critics gotta get paid, i brush it off Mama raised a loyal & diligent maid When the story is written and all of the riddles explained, I wonder if they'll fill up a page, Or just a footnote, in the meantime Gotta forward Gotta forward Gotta forward Gotta forward
Writer(s): Coleman Cruz Hughes, Coleman Hughes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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