Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Angry Blackmen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angry Blackmen
Songwriter
Testi
Killin' this shit, I know you **** is feeling this shit
Spider-Man spitting that venomous shit
Stanley Kubrick with the cinema shit
Ignorant bitch, the music my niche
Market when i switch the flow up
Bars flowin' like it’s fucking throw up
They be hoping and praying I grow up
Angry black **** tryna blow up
Same **** since I woke up
Same **** since I showed up
I’m a lame, but I got my dough up
When I glow up, then I go nuts
On you bitches and hoes
Spitting that fire, that heat, I suppose
Running the shit like the snot out my nose
Drip! Nike down to the soles
Don’t trip, **** watch your toes
Watch your back, watch your foes
What you reap, what you sow, hoe
I got bars on the low low
So, I’m at your neck!
Beating that ass, cut me a check
Running the cash, show me respect
All of these critics they coming correct
Talkin' that shit? All on the net
When I am rapping I don’t break a sweat
I give it my all, a hundred percent
I never fall, I only descend
Imma stand tall, I never bend
A bunch of these rappers they playing pretend
When I evolve I only ascend
Spitting that shit that you can’t comprehend, bitch!
Life that I live
Working a regiment schedule
Prepping and making some legend shit
Feeling the elegance, I’m in my element
Truth, I am telling it, days have been treacherous
Giving you **** that black on black excellence
I went through some tragic shit
Joint I been passing it
Answering calls like a receptionist
Gas lighting me will turn me a projectionist
Force to be reckoned with
Me and Q team up encrypting these messages
Big ego stepping in
Make a few presidents
My name on top of this building
Amenity into an entity
Pouring all my energy
No type of sympathy
Fuck having enemies
Gaining my equity
No overstepping me
If you have doubted me, then you are dead to me
Y'all like a drug that is bad as amphetamine
Bitch don’t be scared of me
I’m only here temporarily, just to go hard for my family
They see the man in me
Uncle tossed me cigar and said
Don’t let her play with your heart
I knew from the start
That shit was going to kick up
I wasn’t going to give up
Because that’s in my heart
All through the pain, persistence, intention
To mention I’m shaky because I grew apart
Most of my friendships I’m fixing to take myself back intuition
A college depart, the parties, the barbies, the music be so loud the RA would call me
And it's pissing me off
Like brush that shit off
A marathon running I’m pumping and gunning
And leaving exhaust a move is a cost
The corners I walk
The shit that I fought
Written by: Angry Blackmen
