Anger Room

But my lips hurt real bad

Unleash the vox
The inner villain ringing up, he needs to talk
With a sleeve full of schemes from shoulder to wrist
Domination on his prints, fresh out the mix
So double edge to every neck
And double barrel every monkey peeling every layer
That tippy toe in my perception with all disrespect
Elect to step in my direction I'll phone in the vets
I'll lay you out like its a first date in the pouring rain
You lay about as if there's 30k upon your name
Your personal best of 30 seconds won't impress no dame
Lay down all weapons how you shooting if you got no aim (believe that)
Swear your people, got your back like safety nets
Debauch a bankroll, how many stick around when its spent
Citadel of bells and whistles with a lack of defense
Didn't mama warn you there's always a consequence
When you swing my way
Your chakra tetering off its base
You invited this violence, now open up the gate
Brought advil to the party, here take 2 for the pain

Get out my face
(Might take it out on you)
Step off my toes
(Might take it out on you)
Los-ing con-trol
(Might take it out on you)
When I explode
(Might take it out on you)

Hol up!
Cease on this beat I'm bout to feast
I'm possessed by the spirit that knocks the sin up out yo teeth
I'm not gone be your field hand
I'm not gone be your errand boy
You not gonna steal my peace
And you are not gone steal my joy
Do not ignore me the results my be your worst fear
Jesus wept so I know you'll be sobbing for some light years
I need wisdom, courage, serenity for all the grief y'all sending me
I looked around for enemies
And none of y'all are friends to be
These Pharisees embarrass me
And what's the point of allergies?
Why did y'all believe em when they said that they got the keys?
All they got are some fables
With depression at they're tables
Thinking they're their own god but their sin is what enables
If you wanna come in you better learn how to knock bruh
Or I'm gone put you on my feet just come thru and sock ya
Roundhouse you in the head like a helicopter
I know you ain't got no keys cuz Lucy got you locked up

Get out my face
(Might take it out on you)
Step off my toes
(Might take it out on you)
Los-ing con-trol
(Might take it out on you)
When I explode
(Might take it out on you)

But my lips hurt real bad



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Writer(s): Bryson Bates
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