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Josh MacPhee

Josh MacPhee is an artist, curator, stonemason and activist living in Brooklyn, New York. more »

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Yo, I got a few things, yeah I gotta clear my mind
Yo, I'm sorry if I mention you, but promise I'm not blind
I know dissin' on the first song, ain't real smart, but I'm assigned
I know you think you're ahead of me, but I put you behind (woo)

Aye, you're a flickering candle, easily blown by the breeze
While I'm blazing all inferno, burning down the M.I.C.'s
You think I'm playin' but I'm tryna get my ticket in this game
If that means putting people down, then might as well aim, uh

Let's change the flow, uh, aye
People tellin' me that I got a past
Yeah, man I get it, but nobody asked
Jumpin' on me, man they not gonna last
Take a look

(Ah)
treating me like I'm a pet with a pen and a threat
And a goal had to set like a plane like a jet
I'm a dog, so you better be calling a vet like I'm, uh

I get so confused with these people
They all start the story, I become the sequel
You think I'm done talking, nah, I need a refill
Nah I got way too many things I need to fulfill (go)

Plenty Plenty Plenty Plenty thoughts I had to make, uh
Can we sit in silence for a second, need a break, uh

I'm just playin', ah

Fill your cup with water 'cause I got some things to say, uh
How can you go write a line and leave it for a day, uh
How can you go gain cash without even saying hey, uh
I'm so sick and tired of this outwrite child's play, uh (woo)

Put me down, but I pick myself back up again
I don't want nothing against you, I'm jumpin' in
Not tryna play with the people that commentin'
All of my bars need a compliment, anything

Wanna fight, yeah, let's get caught in the boxing ring
No rules, all dirty, yeah, y'all can do anything
Forgot y'all would cheat with a knife and a broken swing
Then I'ma hit you with my secret second-string

Got no time to sway, uh
Send 'em back to K, uh
Send 'em back to something that's gonna teach 'em how to lay, uh
I'ma make 'em pay, uh, ain't gon' get their way, uh
We gon' drop it like we waiting for the 4th of May, uh, aye, uh

Sit down (sit down), I never thought I'd have a feeling
Where I'm stealing off my other version's crown
But I'm greedy, and I'll steal it anyway
Yo, it's Josh up in this game, and y'all well know I'm here to stay, ah

Rapping is my passion, yeah, yo, rapping is my place
I don't know what I would do if I had never had the bass
Prolly' selling ice cream on the side of corner 28
Glad it didn't go that way, I'm making other rappers brace (rah)

Aye, yeah you know these bars are kinda getting whack
Time to open up and meditate, yo, all up on this track
If I'm gonna diss you, might as well go grab yourself a snack
'Cause when I get going, you gon' wish you never stabbed my back (rah)

Think you're a threat? Nah, you're nothing but a joke
Leave you broken, shattered, woken, leave you all up in the smoke
Let me tell you something, and don't mean to dismantle your ego
But when shooting, there's a difference between 3 pointer and free throw (ha-ha)

I'm not done, uh, aye
I make rap songs, you make lullabies
Talking 'bout your battle cries
What? You gotta specify

Yeah, your words may amplify
But the sense you misapply
Yeah, the story you put out is moody and disorganized, uh

I'm sorry, I'm just spitting what's up on my mind
Ain't got no time to tell people that rap is mine
'Cause every rapper has their own unique background behind
I guess I'm saying that these raps are getting outta line, uh

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