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Gerald Owen
Gerald Owen
Songwriter
Michal VanýSekt
Michal VanýSekt
Songwriter
Peter Bihari
Peter Bihari
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Abe Beats
Abe Beats
Producer
Biho
Biho
Producer

Lyrics

I talk to myself when I'm in need of a friend Don't call this farewell, I know I'll see you again Dominoes fell as a means to an end All it brought me was hell, no reprieve or amends Decades later, they still claimin' Nas and Hov the greatest I guess that fact alone kinda shows their greatness It's all subjective, they keep stressin' that there's no debatin' That's all cap like the hat that they'll throw your name in They say your name holds weight, but I don't know who weighed it It's so degrading, knowin' so and so is overrated These rappers grow complacent, faced with lack of motivation I don't know who told you paigans that the throne is vacant Nati's a jerk, he's just repeatin' himself I just let my body of work speak for itself With the cockiest smirk, I still believe I'll excel It doesn't take a lot of research, it's easy to tell Don't even try; I'm on demon time, I'll see you in hell Try to keep the dream alive, but ain't been sleepin' too well They do it for streams and likes, they're just eager to sell I read between the lines, these guys been readin' in braille I talk to myself when I'm in need of a friend Don't call this farewell, I know I'll see you again Dominoes fell as a means to an end All it brought me was hell, no reprieve or amends I'm workin' on craftin' these words with a passion I've been mad since they don't receive a worthy reaction The fact that I don't get what I deserve turned me to savage It had me burnin' these bridges on a journey through madness Witness The Rise of a Villain, emerged from the ashes I made it my mission to murder these wack kids The way that slur when they're rappin's disturbing and tragic I'm cut from a different cloth, you're not procuring this fabric Look, you want fame, I'll put your face on Channel 8 News You don't get to the bag, that's a purse, and it's fake too Nati for President like Murs 'cause I Paid Dues I'll hang you and your lame crew with the same noose I should go back and slap whoever raised you I just did the Thanos snap, this is my phase two Plan to ask for peace from whoever you pray to Après la folie, this is the prelude
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