Hashboard Confessional
I swear I'm a fun guy
I'm just Kawhi in the presser
I don't lie every measure
Take my time with these sentences
Agonize over letters
I don't smile at oppressors
Gentrified my city
Now they subsidizing the tenants?
Memorized amendments
That don't seem to apply due to melanin
Proof of residence
Ain't how you gon' define an American
Piece of my mind
You already eyeing the seconds
My head a little fucked up
But judge a kid by his merits
Happiness I earned
Depression just some shit I inherited
My genetics is irrelevant
I'm setting the precedent
Mellifluously venting self-directed malevolence
Sticking to the strictest regimen of music as medicine
Sixty four lines- A Pfizer designed Bizon
You already crossed up
And that was only the size-up
Feeling better than a baby
S'why they see my incisors
Man that can't be Carter
Who the fuck is the writer?
The sound plane of Oblivion
The music trapped my soul
I rhyme myself to sleep
Counting sheep in the studio
Kick drum punch your mouth
Make you scrunch up ya snoot and go
This a banger motherfucker
This shit go estúpido
Been a cancer my whole life
But wasn't born in Julio
Heart been in the right place
But deeds, straight sucio
Won't complain when I meet Satan
Earned my torture, Crucio
Some mistakes, you can't take back
I made more than a few of those
Error Luxio, if you look for
Any hatred in my heart
Ain't no beef on menu
I serve that peace shit à la carte
A true warrior's death- left his son with these words
You have no enemies, Thorfinn
Ain't no one you need hurt
You want the place packed?
Attach my name to the function
Why do all the greats got to
Share the fate of Cú Chulainn
I ain't in it for haul- nah I'm this for fun
Content warning was the drop
Remember, no Russian
Keep it pushing, keep it pushing
My wayward son
You may never find peace before your life is done
All these tracks feature demons
That I'll never outrun
If y'all don't fuck with the message
At least y'all fuck with the puns
It's 'cause niggas did me wrong, why I strive to do right
My insight into strife is why I broke the cyc'
I ain't never slung iron
But I have saved a life
I was boasting 'bout my vocals
When I spoke about me toting pipes
It's hard enough that you was given life
That's why I never ever charge fives to get in on the cyph'
And now I'm done with all the lying when I'm feeling I'm contrite
No more dancing around the subject
Ain't no more getting lite
I got a lifetime of sins, my repentance is writing
Put out verse for every nigga
I put down on my rise up
I'm just Kawhi in the presser
I don't lie every measure
Take my time with these sentences
Agonize over letters
I don't smile at oppressors
Gentrified my city
Now they subsidizing the tenants?
Memorized amendments
That don't seem to apply due to melanin
Proof of residence
Ain't how you gon' define an American
Piece of my mind
You already eyeing the seconds
My head a little fucked up
But judge a kid by his merits
Happiness I earned
Depression just some shit I inherited
My genetics is irrelevant
I'm setting the precedent
Mellifluously venting self-directed malevolence
Sticking to the strictest regimen of music as medicine
Sixty four lines- A Pfizer designed Bizon
You already crossed up
And that was only the size-up
Feeling better than a baby
S'why they see my incisors
Man that can't be Carter
Who the fuck is the writer?
The sound plane of Oblivion
The music trapped my soul
I rhyme myself to sleep
Counting sheep in the studio
Kick drum punch your mouth
Make you scrunch up ya snoot and go
This a banger motherfucker
This shit go estúpido
Been a cancer my whole life
But wasn't born in Julio
Heart been in the right place
But deeds, straight sucio
Won't complain when I meet Satan
Earned my torture, Crucio
Some mistakes, you can't take back
I made more than a few of those
Error Luxio, if you look for
Any hatred in my heart
Ain't no beef on menu
I serve that peace shit à la carte
A true warrior's death- left his son with these words
You have no enemies, Thorfinn
Ain't no one you need hurt
You want the place packed?
Attach my name to the function
Why do all the greats got to
Share the fate of Cú Chulainn
I ain't in it for haul- nah I'm this for fun
Content warning was the drop
Remember, no Russian
Keep it pushing, keep it pushing
My wayward son
You may never find peace before your life is done
All these tracks feature demons
That I'll never outrun
If y'all don't fuck with the message
At least y'all fuck with the puns
It's 'cause niggas did me wrong, why I strive to do right
My insight into strife is why I broke the cyc'
I ain't never slung iron
But I have saved a life
I was boasting 'bout my vocals
When I spoke about me toting pipes
It's hard enough that you was given life
That's why I never ever charge fives to get in on the cyph'
And now I'm done with all the lying when I'm feeling I'm contrite
No more dancing around the subject
Ain't no more getting lite
I got a lifetime of sins, my repentance is writing
Put out verse for every nigga
I put down on my rise up
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Carter
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