Round One

I'm not surprised
They thrown the lyrical part aside
And only give a fuck about the vibe
I don't get mad anymore
I used to complain
Now I get it, why they don't even try
Why try?
They'll just find the faults inside the design
It's gonna cost 'em valuable time
To go back try to change, rearrange and prefect
Something both they and their listeners don't even mind
We live in Cyberpunk times
Just say dumb shit you can get away with it
Self-claimed lyricists resort to lame tricks
And this is what we end up with
So I'm going back to the basics
This is rap, simple just like a head kick
Like Conor McGregor's slip counter left fist
It's always utterly simple the times that I hit
I had a motorcycle accident
And broke my ankle on both fucking sides of it
I know, the past is irrelevant
But this is the present I haven't taken my first step yet
I can't stand and I'm hurt
Nursing myself back to health
And I just can't wait for my body to regain it's strength
Cuz my life is at stake
I need to start to walk again and kick again
Ride the bike and run again
Must go fast
I'm on a race to be famous
Before the new world takes over everything
Although I'm very capable
And I will do well in a new world
Hell, I'll do well in an apocalyptic wasteland
I just wanna get the product out before we get there

And don't worry I'm ready
If I'll fail like a Samurai I'll cut my own belly
Present to the world
My guts hanging while I'm still standing
I bet it will barely faze me
I'll thrust the blade in and cut left to right
Different and not ordinary
But I don't think it will be necessary

When everything is terrible and nothing goes my way
It's the first round and I'm hurt bad
I won't show any pain all the while remind my self
Who am I

I bathe in volcanos and train with the Tengu
I work on my craft when I sleep
I'm the El Cucuey of Hip Hop
I rap with no beat
You pussies don't know shit
I'm hitting the Mokujin 'till my arms bleed
Rap 'till I can no longer breathe
I'm a freak
Yeah I practice weird drills
No one else does because I know what it means
Wish I could get my competition like an Israeli Rapper in a ring
I'll do my best to avoid the chin
I'll just hit the body so he won't get in
And in the midst of chaos
Ask him how does it feel
When the stage is set for a different skill
Just say whenever
And we'll ramp it up to eleven
And see who's the first one to quit
Here
I'll drop off the mic you take all the advantage you need
I'm the genuine article, the real deal
I need nothing to win

When everything is terrible and nothing goes my way
It's the first round and I'm hurt bad
I won't show any pain all the while remind my self



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Writer(s): Itay Howard
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