Hurt You More (feat. Mic Recka)

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A Rapper Named Nati

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Most of y'all are overrated
So I gotta smoke so I stay motivated
Man, I get up on the track and I cultivate it
But it don't matter what I tell 'em 'cause I know they hate it
But I know they really wanna ride in my space ship
Anytime they're feelin' down, get a facelift
I ain't comin' back to Earth for the fakeness
I'd rather just roll through the universe wasted
It's like I'm movin' at light speed
It's not very likely you'll find anybody even slightly like me
I be pimpin' in my wife b lookin' for my white t
That I left next to my Nikes
Yeah, I stay on that hood shhh
Smoke trees, codeine with the good shhh
Everybody always talkin' like they want out the ghetto
But then they all still wanna be hood rich

I don't wanna hurt you more
I really thought that you learned before
You don't want beef, you're a herbivore
You keep comin' back like a herpes sore
Got nines and forty fives like a jersey store
They said I'm rotten to my dirty core
I don't care about the watch or the shirt you wore
What the f*ck are these rappers rockin' purses for?
Me and the rap game on our third divorce
I can't save it from its current course
You can't say I don't deserve awards
When every word I source is a tour de force
Came from where the dirt is poor
I'm waitin' for my turn in Forbes
Revenge is best served like Borscht
Burn the corpse and make sure the Earth is scorched

You only get one chance and it's curtains
I'm happy to hurt him, blastin and squirtin'
Your hand is submerged in acid, it's burnin'
I'm 'bout to throw a match and some gas in the furnace
And that ain't even scratchin' the surface
I'm back, I emerged with a passionate thirst, kid
Stand and observe this man with a purpose
Use your hands for extracting the dirt with
I know you dyin' for publicity, Jack
Tryin to disguise fiction as fact
But your miserable raps will never hold weight
Keep diggin' your own grave, I stick to the old ways
You been eatin' my crumbs, I'll give you the whole cake
You can sleep when I'm done and I tell you so
I wouldn't sell my soul if hell was froze
You dug yourself a hole, there's twelve to go

I, I got the FN Herstal
I, I, I'll put you in a hearse though
Oh, no, they'll put you in the dirt slow
No, no, I don't wanna hurt you

No, no, I don't wanna hurt you
No, no, I don't wanna hurt you
Oh, oh, I don't wanna hurt you
Oh, but I'm about to hurt you

'Cause you were askin' for it
Throw your corpse and the bag it's stored in
In the trash, so the waste man can sort it
I can't support his wack recordings
Your mom should've had an abortion
I don't rap for the fans or the fortune
Take a while to react and absorb it
Fake a smile for your family portrait
No happiness for them, disaster and torment
You have to understand what exactly's important
I lack the compassion you're naturally born with
Take a look at a man as he forfeits
His sanity for his passion, ensured it's
Rather enormous, humanity forced his
Hand and he forged this anthem and scored it
For the battered and scorned and abandoned and tortured

So go ahead and call police
I honestly have a conscious need
To slaughter each person on your squad or team
I thought to deem responsible for the songs you sing
I'm a god or king
On a beat I'm possessed, no apostrophe
My artistry will cause your heart to bleed
Now who's in charge to see to get this carpet cleaned?
American Idol, I'm buryin' rivals
Discardin' beef like when I floss my teeth
I'm a monster, beast; Charles Bronson meets
Charles Manson and Charlie Sheen
Muhammed Ali with a farther reach
I father beats and make songs to teach
These obnoxious teens how to cause a scene
Break jaws and knees just to watch 'em scream

Spit the truth, never go commercial
When did facts become controversial?
Rappers want a mortgage payment for a verse though
What ever happened to bein' down to earth, yo?

I, I got the FN Herstal
I, I, I'll put you in a hearse though
Oh, no, they'll put you in the dirt slow
No, no, I don't wanna hurt you

No, no, I don't wanna hurt you
No, no, I don't wanna hurt you
Oh, oh, I don't wanna hurt you
Oh, but I'm about to hurt you

I'm essentially a savage
Don't lecture me, I'm mentally unbalanced
I have an propensity for damage
And cleverly established intensity and passion
Don't pester me, the penalty is tragic
The way I attack and wreck a beat is havoc
Eventually I bet they see the method to my madness
Only a few I respect enough to rap with
The rest just seem distracted by the immensity of talent
My legacy is planted, you'll never see me lackin'
If you go against me or ever seek a challenge
Revenge will be NC-17 graphic
It really ain't a threat when you back it
You're yet to see the best of me, I'll never be matched and
I'll be lettin' 'em have it till I'm dead in the casket
Why the hell is he laughin'? It's meant to be dramatic

I'm from the Midwest and we
Were raised off of Bone and that S.U.C.
So we can go slow or impress with speed
Watch your tone when you step to me
On the blocks I roam, there's no empathy
I see the throne, there's an empty seat
But now the king is home, make sure the sceptre's clean
All we ever seen was methamphetamine
My role models had several felonies
Tryin' to profit fast off of Ghetto D
Project Pat with the Ghetty Green
It's No Limit like I'm next to P
We C-Murder on NBC
Desensitized with every scene
This the second time that I've said this, please
Don't make me hurt you, just let me be!

No, no, I don't wanna hurt you
No, no, I don't wanna hurt you
Oh, oh, I don't wanna hurt you
Oh, but I'm about to hurt you

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