(Im)Mortal
I'm living like a hermit wondering when life is over
Tryna pray for all my goals, but all this weight is on my shoulders
I've been at this rap shit, a little more than a minute
But I am finished with the misses, all the snitching ass bitches
Tryna put me in a lane with all the rappers who failed
What does all the fame entail? I want my music to sell
Living paycheck to paycheck, it's really getting old
I'm fucking killing my soul, falling deeper into the whole
The industry as a whole, could never do me like this
Cuz every time I take a step, feel like I'm stepping in shit
You know I'm getting really pissed, yeah I'm done with the hype
I'm fucking sick of everybody telling me what's wrong and right
Lemme live my fucking life, the way i really wanna live it
When people get in my business, man it really gets me livid
And I'm living like a broke, doped up, depressed joke
Tryna keep my head above water, with lyrics I wrote
While my lyrics are spoken, or shouted, spitting til I'm hoarse
I'll rip my fucking voice box out if it helps me in the course
Of chasing the fame in this lyrical mind game
Because it changes every day and my drive it just stays
Real close to my heart, I play it close to the chest
And spit it awkward when I must, like testicles in a dress
Oh yes, i just went there, you better get pre-pared
For all these fucking punch lines, I'm swinging better stay clear
Hey there to all my haters, faux friends and punk bitches
Keep on stepping on my toes, till I'm making all my riches
I'm a dick, they call me Richard, call me Peter Piper's pecker
Ready to buttfuck the game, in my Harambe Christmas sweater
Get these women wetter than a water park slide
When I spit my lyrics right, man it's a beautiful ride
They say you live and you die, go through eternal portals
That's why I do this rap shit, so my music is immortal
(Reversed)
Speed it right up, what the fuck right now
I'm coming on down gotta get right sound
Gotta get my crown when I spit it like this
And I body and murder the beat, I spit tight shit
Badadum, to the beat of the drum
Cunnilingus to the beat with the slip of the tongue
Enemy number one, when I'm holding the mic
Got one shot up in my life so I Gotta get it right
Fight or flight, I decide right now
I'mma fight a motherfucker so I get that crown
I'mma spit every line running through my head
Till I take last breaths on my lone death bed
Till I murder the game, it's never the same
You don't wanna fuck around with the dude Dee Jaymes
You don't wanna see me win, but I do it again
Again and again, back to back it's a sin
Mic check one two, and you know I'm through
With a one two punch, do what I gotta do
Killing the game with a voice like this
I'mma hit or miss, only spit this shit
Spit this shit with a flurry of flames
Prevent the fake, throwing dirt on my name
I don't play with the heat, I say what I mean
Don't hate what I be, make you see what I see
I run the night like the holy ghost
Album number 3 and i'm doing the most
Darkness every time I turn around
Swallow me whole, I'm dead right now
My soul on the beat, body in the ground
Demons smile, angels frown
Impeccable life, rhymes eternal
Dee Jaymes, immortal
Tryna pray for all my goals, but all this weight is on my shoulders
I've been at this rap shit, a little more than a minute
But I am finished with the misses, all the snitching ass bitches
Tryna put me in a lane with all the rappers who failed
What does all the fame entail? I want my music to sell
Living paycheck to paycheck, it's really getting old
I'm fucking killing my soul, falling deeper into the whole
The industry as a whole, could never do me like this
Cuz every time I take a step, feel like I'm stepping in shit
You know I'm getting really pissed, yeah I'm done with the hype
I'm fucking sick of everybody telling me what's wrong and right
Lemme live my fucking life, the way i really wanna live it
When people get in my business, man it really gets me livid
And I'm living like a broke, doped up, depressed joke
Tryna keep my head above water, with lyrics I wrote
While my lyrics are spoken, or shouted, spitting til I'm hoarse
I'll rip my fucking voice box out if it helps me in the course
Of chasing the fame in this lyrical mind game
Because it changes every day and my drive it just stays
Real close to my heart, I play it close to the chest
And spit it awkward when I must, like testicles in a dress
Oh yes, i just went there, you better get pre-pared
For all these fucking punch lines, I'm swinging better stay clear
Hey there to all my haters, faux friends and punk bitches
Keep on stepping on my toes, till I'm making all my riches
I'm a dick, they call me Richard, call me Peter Piper's pecker
Ready to buttfuck the game, in my Harambe Christmas sweater
Get these women wetter than a water park slide
When I spit my lyrics right, man it's a beautiful ride
They say you live and you die, go through eternal portals
That's why I do this rap shit, so my music is immortal
(Reversed)
Speed it right up, what the fuck right now
I'm coming on down gotta get right sound
Gotta get my crown when I spit it like this
And I body and murder the beat, I spit tight shit
Badadum, to the beat of the drum
Cunnilingus to the beat with the slip of the tongue
Enemy number one, when I'm holding the mic
Got one shot up in my life so I Gotta get it right
Fight or flight, I decide right now
I'mma fight a motherfucker so I get that crown
I'mma spit every line running through my head
Till I take last breaths on my lone death bed
Till I murder the game, it's never the same
You don't wanna fuck around with the dude Dee Jaymes
You don't wanna see me win, but I do it again
Again and again, back to back it's a sin
Mic check one two, and you know I'm through
With a one two punch, do what I gotta do
Killing the game with a voice like this
I'mma hit or miss, only spit this shit
Spit this shit with a flurry of flames
Prevent the fake, throwing dirt on my name
I don't play with the heat, I say what I mean
Don't hate what I be, make you see what I see
I run the night like the holy ghost
Album number 3 and i'm doing the most
Darkness every time I turn around
Swallow me whole, I'm dead right now
My soul on the beat, body in the ground
Demons smile, angels frown
Impeccable life, rhymes eternal
Dee Jaymes, immortal
Credits
Writer(s): Dustin James Mcquaid
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