Harvey Dent
The sky shifts its tints from blue to red
And the gypsy woman said, that my soul will soon be dead
I take steps to avoid the voice in head
He was questioning my motives, I checked 'em and so he fled
Is he a stark raving genius or a madman
With a bad plan, for glass sands in Baghdad
He's not a rapper, had these rhymes inside a glad bag
Lightyears ahead of you trappers and that's a sad fact
Feeling like a super villain when this beat plays
Keep this shit on replay, fuck what the streets say
Zeroes in my bank, still gon be a cheapskate
And that's "Always and Forever" like it's Heatwave
"How he get these sounds?" I'm diggin' in the crates
I'm plotting my escape while I'm listening to "Grapes"
Shit man, I ain't got no time for fakes
Cause Rap today is wack, don't mind if I raise the stakes
Music game is here driving screws through my ears
For every song that I hear I fear that I'm losing years
Off of my precious lifespan, I'm not a white man
So my time here is shorter than others, I gotta fight man
The right plan, doesn't seem to exist
The list of why I'm pissed has grown to volumes of fifth
I wish I made some sense but my brain is Harvey Dent
And if your search is for Mr. Kent, his head is staked up on my fence
And the gypsy woman said, that my soul will soon be dead
I take steps to avoid the voice in head
He was questioning my motives, I checked 'em and so he fled
Is he a stark raving genius or a madman
With a bad plan, for glass sands in Baghdad
He's not a rapper, had these rhymes inside a glad bag
Lightyears ahead of you trappers and that's a sad fact
Feeling like a super villain when this beat plays
Keep this shit on replay, fuck what the streets say
Zeroes in my bank, still gon be a cheapskate
And that's "Always and Forever" like it's Heatwave
"How he get these sounds?" I'm diggin' in the crates
I'm plotting my escape while I'm listening to "Grapes"
Shit man, I ain't got no time for fakes
Cause Rap today is wack, don't mind if I raise the stakes
Music game is here driving screws through my ears
For every song that I hear I fear that I'm losing years
Off of my precious lifespan, I'm not a white man
So my time here is shorter than others, I gotta fight man
The right plan, doesn't seem to exist
The list of why I'm pissed has grown to volumes of fifth
I wish I made some sense but my brain is Harvey Dent
And if your search is for Mr. Kent, his head is staked up on my fence
Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Walker
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