Push Back

Ok, I see how it is man and that's cool
But ah, don't be there for my success
If you weren't around for my struggle
You feel me, fake ass

Listen go play your position dawg don't get it twisted
I'm not out to sell my soul I'm out to make a new record
For y'all to break your neck to, snap it just like a pencil
It's Shorty Mic on the track and on the instrumental
I am my own label, no need, for a record deal
I may be broke as fuckk but at least my shit is real
Yo no co-writers no fake homies who owe me
Just make like a dandelion muthafucka blow me
They'll say I'll never make it I'm not destined for greatness
Coz jealous faces be vomiting that verbal hatred
They know that I can rock a show with no familiar faces
But still they scrutinise my lyrics and my verbal cadence
I've over paid my dues I've spent my time in the trenches
If the keepers won't open doors I'll blow 'em off the hinges
Raw like dirty syringes I need new names for my hit list
The scene has pushed me to far time for retaliation

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Fucking phoneys, no peace talk I'd rather make war
At least I know where I stand no need for lines in the sand
They don't understand I write until it cripples my hands
And give one hunned percent of me every time I spit for the fans
Revenge is going to be so sweet with my success ima get it
If my achievements make you feel a certain way ima let it
Yeah I said it fuck the scene and every hater in it
That means producers and promoters too like hurdles dawg I'm over you
They hate that I'm a veteran who spits American
Because they know that I'm better than ninety percent in comparison
Racial comments don't even pierce the epidermis
What you give I take and melt your face just like a blast furnace
But they constantly be mocking me, but really they're the mockery
Y'all looking comically coz I'm a prodigy
Wreaking havoc on diamond beats rhymes written on diamond sheets
And I'll be damned if Im gonna fall victim to this hypocrisy

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I've been kicked when I'm down criticised for my sound
Even though that I'm ill they run my name into the ground
And they stomp it with a force hate leaking from their pores
Evil grins from my peers got me feeling hella coarse
And of course they still want my support when they put
In some work and they throw me a link to their song
And I'm 'sposed to respond with a hey that was dope
But I don't to much respect for myself to be a joke
So I work harder and work smarter and avoid the chatter
That could penetrate my brain matter and scatter my thoughts
Across multiple plains so my focus is broken
And I'm staring into the void of a blank page choking
My pen still smoking no fake shit I'm wide open
Every rhyme spoken is a stepping stone to divine motion
I'm hoping for change in a game that's so stubborn
But I'm not holding my breath this a test I won't fold I gotta

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