They Said I Couldn't
They said I couldn't. That I wouldn't do it
It's impossible. Man don't be stupid. Stay in your lane
Yeah the voices in my head speaking pouring doubt
Now I'm leaking ether and I won't back down
Or cease to kick in your teeth if I need to
Jesus, I breathe, sweat and bleed this
Believe it. A dream come true my reality will be I mean it
You see these beats I eat them repetitively
I am my only competition. The definition and meaning of MC
Lyrically conditioned to tear bone out of fresh stripped flesh
Just ripped off your puny musculature, then discarding the scar tissue
I'll carve nerve from ligament, all while initialing every vertebrae in your spine
As the bloods entwined through my fingertips sort of like slime
Your nimble soul's attempting to drift away slow
Like a thief in the night trying to sneak out the back door on tip toes
Then I snatched him back close, palm gripping its damn throat
Up and then down it go with the signature choke slam
The dead man's back so every tracks getting pile-drived through the mat
You can rest in peace or get shipped off in pieces, nah mean, you nah mean
They said I couldn't. That I wouldn't do it
It's impossible. Man don't be stupid. Stay in your lane
Yeah the voices in my head speaking pouring doubt
Now I'm leaking ether and I won't back down
Or cease to kick in your teeth if I need to
Jesus, I breathe, sweat and bleed this
Believe it, huh
Music's fused with my mind and sparked a fire
You see these rhymes vicious off the wire, Insane sickening off the rocker
Twisted, mixed with a bit a of vodka or a couple shots of Proper
And a bit of the best of them
I mean I'm nice obviously
I don't know about the rest of them?
But rest assured if tested. The cities musical force
Will line the corpses of any who oppose
Forming fleets of decomposing soldiers
At attention standing or kneeling hog-tied at the bottom of the sea
In cement feet, or in the Susquehanna resting in peace
Capiche, diseased you'll be. I mean you ain't fucking with me
Z O to the D Yak
You're gonna need to learn the name
As I burn these pages with pain. Yeah
They said I couldn't
Wouldn't do it
It's impossible but don't be stupid
Been down with it since birth
My first blessed breath was cursed with a thirst for word searching
I urn for letters nouns, verbs
I Swear since I, first opened my eyes the alphabet I
Saw in the sky so formulate I
Bottomless barz bluntly
Since the beginning been following the blueprint than building
These breath taking beautiful tongue twisted scripts of perfection Brilliantly
Lyrically, I swear I'm one of the best at bludgeoning beats
Then laughing hysterically, rambling on
The Boogieman's wrapping
Bags round this mind altering barbaric beat blasting
But only after removing its heart than eating it, ill
Ill
While it's still beating
Ill
Its convulsing blood rhythmically forms enormous puddles with each pulse, pulsing
Pouring down my face. I can feel the Love with every drop the beat spills
It fills my heart. Music fuels me
They said I couldn't. That I wouldn't do it
It's impossible. Man don't be stupid. Stay in your lane
Yeah the voices in my head speaking pouring doubt
Now I'm leaking ether and I won't back down
Or cease to kick in your teeth if I need to
Jesus, I breathe, sweat and bleed this
Believe it, huh
It's impossible. Man don't be stupid. Stay in your lane
Yeah the voices in my head speaking pouring doubt
Now I'm leaking ether and I won't back down
Or cease to kick in your teeth if I need to
Jesus, I breathe, sweat and bleed this
Believe it. A dream come true my reality will be I mean it
You see these beats I eat them repetitively
I am my only competition. The definition and meaning of MC
Lyrically conditioned to tear bone out of fresh stripped flesh
Just ripped off your puny musculature, then discarding the scar tissue
I'll carve nerve from ligament, all while initialing every vertebrae in your spine
As the bloods entwined through my fingertips sort of like slime
Your nimble soul's attempting to drift away slow
Like a thief in the night trying to sneak out the back door on tip toes
Then I snatched him back close, palm gripping its damn throat
Up and then down it go with the signature choke slam
The dead man's back so every tracks getting pile-drived through the mat
You can rest in peace or get shipped off in pieces, nah mean, you nah mean
They said I couldn't. That I wouldn't do it
It's impossible. Man don't be stupid. Stay in your lane
Yeah the voices in my head speaking pouring doubt
Now I'm leaking ether and I won't back down
Or cease to kick in your teeth if I need to
Jesus, I breathe, sweat and bleed this
Believe it, huh
Music's fused with my mind and sparked a fire
You see these rhymes vicious off the wire, Insane sickening off the rocker
Twisted, mixed with a bit a of vodka or a couple shots of Proper
And a bit of the best of them
I mean I'm nice obviously
I don't know about the rest of them?
But rest assured if tested. The cities musical force
Will line the corpses of any who oppose
Forming fleets of decomposing soldiers
At attention standing or kneeling hog-tied at the bottom of the sea
In cement feet, or in the Susquehanna resting in peace
Capiche, diseased you'll be. I mean you ain't fucking with me
Z O to the D Yak
You're gonna need to learn the name
As I burn these pages with pain. Yeah
They said I couldn't
Wouldn't do it
It's impossible but don't be stupid
Been down with it since birth
My first blessed breath was cursed with a thirst for word searching
I urn for letters nouns, verbs
I Swear since I, first opened my eyes the alphabet I
Saw in the sky so formulate I
Bottomless barz bluntly
Since the beginning been following the blueprint than building
These breath taking beautiful tongue twisted scripts of perfection Brilliantly
Lyrically, I swear I'm one of the best at bludgeoning beats
Then laughing hysterically, rambling on
The Boogieman's wrapping
Bags round this mind altering barbaric beat blasting
But only after removing its heart than eating it, ill
Ill
While it's still beating
Ill
Its convulsing blood rhythmically forms enormous puddles with each pulse, pulsing
Pouring down my face. I can feel the Love with every drop the beat spills
It fills my heart. Music fuels me
They said I couldn't. That I wouldn't do it
It's impossible. Man don't be stupid. Stay in your lane
Yeah the voices in my head speaking pouring doubt
Now I'm leaking ether and I won't back down
Or cease to kick in your teeth if I need to
Jesus, I breathe, sweat and bleed this
Believe it, huh
Credits
Writer(s): José Valentín
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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