Brink of Collapse
Critics:
Hey Joe, where's your talent at?
Been so hushed forever now under one's hat
Did you hold that fiery passion right off the bat?
And your music doesn't sound like they makin' an impact.
Dropping an album? "A brink of collapse"
All the songs in it suffering a relapse
Joel:
Hold your tongue, It's Joel who started from the scrap
For all I know, let me spit some facts
Woo
One day my album will blow
All your critics will come in and go
Everybody is changing and mumbling their flow
I'll drop bangers and make the mumble rappers bow
Critics:
Bangers won't happen in a million times
Coz your slothful ass watching other's carrier thrive
And your allies asking "whatchuu doing with your rhymes?"
You don't have an answer coz your lyrics ain't sublime
Got em' to shoot you like we're ISIS
You do have a life but it's just lifeless
All these sorrows can to lead you to mental illness
But no one cares a hang about you being in mental wellness
Joel:
Digging my rhymes, I'm coming for you
One day this lifeless loner will be owning your life
No mental-ill would stop him from winning a grammy
Bruppp
Hey Joe, where's your talent at?
Been so hushed forever now under one's hat
Did you hold that fiery passion right off the bat?
And your music doesn't sound like they makin' an impact.
Dropping an album? "A brink of collapse"
All the songs in it suffering a relapse
Joel:
Hold your tongue, It's Joel who started from the scrap
For all I know, let me spit some facts
Woo
One day my album will blow
All your critics will come in and go
Everybody is changing and mumbling their flow
I'll drop bangers and make the mumble rappers bow
Critics:
Bangers won't happen in a million times
Coz your slothful ass watching other's carrier thrive
And your allies asking "whatchuu doing with your rhymes?"
You don't have an answer coz your lyrics ain't sublime
Got em' to shoot you like we're ISIS
You do have a life but it's just lifeless
All these sorrows can to lead you to mental illness
But no one cares a hang about you being in mental wellness
Joel:
Digging my rhymes, I'm coming for you
One day this lifeless loner will be owning your life
No mental-ill would stop him from winning a grammy
Bruppp
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Writer(s): Joel Mathew
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