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Exiled
Hip-Hop
Exiled was released on November 4, 2018 by StandPoint as a part of the album 12Oz
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Album12Oz
Release DateNovember 4, 2018
LabelStandPoint
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

Lyrics

Either they've really been spraying gats or the lyrics they say are whack
Nah. Fuck that shit man. When you
hear me on blazing tracks that you're feeling, just play it back. Cause I
know you’re hating if you ain’t willing to pay some daps. Grow a
pair and just face the facts if you dare. You're to afraid of that. Cause you
barley escape the fact you’ve been scared that you may get trapped under
where you're located at unprepared as you fade to black taking
a nap and then buried awake in your casket there never to
make it back up to air. I'm saving low wages
and waiting so patient to get played in rotation,
'cause I'm made to go places. Even with no
agent payed to showcase hits to radio stations. It takes
more than you got for me to stop short of the top 40
Hip-Hop. Ignore it or not, I’m spanking y’all ass. Your
banks full of cash ain’t gonna last the length of a half tank
full of gas ranked in my class, but thanks for the laugh.
Slipping under again stuck in this skin. This trouble I’m
in has been rubbing it thin. (Exiled).
Nothing to win. Even love from my kin or one
my friends I grin but it’s pretend. (Exiled).
Guzzling gin up to my chin still running
from sin. When does it all end? (Exiled).
There I go off of the topic. Jotting my thoughts
more often than not. I’m exiled; lost in the plot.
I’ll admit a lot of y'all kids sit talking slick
shit. I’m too evolved to get involved in the politics.
Get off this big, thick solid brick dick and call it
quits along with all your click, and audiences across
the grid. I will knock ‘em across this topographic
map off of this axis, drop ‘em on top a massive
volcano while it's active. Watch as their body ashes
fall like a box of matches sparked after they’re
sopped in volatile toxic gasses. Golly gosh.
Hot molasses. Drop it. It doesn’t matter which
ever rapper is better. We’d smash competitors with
collaborative effort. Gathered together. I'll never let
vultures eat me alive fighting over these beady eyes.
I won’t be easily bribed or culturally deprived.
Though, it’s a tedious fight when people invite
media hype to keep ‘em in tight sleeping at night.
Even if I'd repeatedly tried to read and recite
at the speed of a bright beacon of light beating it
right deep in their psyche with the force of a meteorite.
Instead, my words’ll live on through
internet types lighting herb in a bong that click on my
site to copy shit that I write in verses of songs, sit, and
recite then spit in the mic then prefer I was gone.
Oh, so that’s why it’s ate bits in a bite.
Once I found another rout, the trick wasn't how to get up
and out of this crummy town, but it was the doubt stuck
in something down within my gut found sitting there under
the pit of my stomach that kept me bound from touching the
clouds. My head’s above ‘em, now. Kids are stuck in drug abuse
wondering what's the use of the hunt for youth running from the
truth hung up from a noose. Someone cut 'em loose.
‘Cause they just refuse to toughen up and choose. Quit fuckin' around.
Slipping under again stuck in this skin. This trouble I’m
in has been rubbing it thin. (Exiled).
Nothing to win. Even love from my kin or one
my friends I grin but it’s pretend. (Exiled).
Guzzling gin up to my chin still running
from sin. When does it all end? (Exiled).
There I go off of the topic. Jotting my thoughts
more often than not. I’m exiled; lost in the plot.
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