Souvenirs

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Worpaint

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Yo, theres been a lot of weird things goin on in this "rap game" these days huh
Worpaint's here to clear some things up, some people gotta get set straight 

Yeah this is for the empty shells who follow what the TV sells
Another store with empty shells, the losers just can't help themselves
Just keep on walkin if you come at me judgmental 
I'm doin what I'm sent to music's sentimental
I'm meant to defeat it, repeat it and I'll delete it
But we spit the meanest I freed it and you read it
Clearwater credence Jesus he's dreamin
His team's been blasphemin and feedin the demon
Screamin sleepin soundly yeah they think they found me
They lost up in the foundry, music around me
You couldn't ground me, punishment severe
A beatin for ya ear, it's loud and clear
Fear were here above the top tier
Yeah we redline fifth gear and we're here to steer
But you drive in the backseat, your writtens n wack beats
You best call a taxi you just can't relax me
Ya practically after me, blast at me tactfully
I'll spit the gasoline, master the casualty
Sad to see lowdowns who mumble their pronouns
Ya name I can't pronounce, you're on merry go rounds
No clowns downtown step into the cypher
Ya country ass hodowns gonna trade ya life fer
A couple a beers here's tears for years
Ya busy sayin cheers but ya just souvenirs
So ya wear ya veneers they gonna fall out ya face 
Wait ya might get replaced, just give up the race
You ain't runnin with grace trippin over your lace
Sip and savor the taste but it's still just a waste
Yeah ya attitude's latitude shows ya got no gratitude
Ya claim that ya the fattest dude it really doesn't matter dude
Had to refuse that ya still gonna lose
Sip on ya booze and it's comin in twos
Nobody cares about ya stares and ya glares
You fall down the stairs while our music blares
There's a right and a wrong weather ya likin this song
You get smoked like a bong while we soundin the gong
Damn now it's on, We're turnin the tables
You should be learnin ya fables or cuttin the cables
Go back to your stables ya horses of course it's 
People runnin races who don't know where the course is
More dumb shit spits drops from ya lips
Stop drop and grip let me give you a tip
Don't sip from the nip, just sail your own ship
In the end ya might slip, they're reposessin ya whip
Yeah ya wonder one hit under the sun lit
Now ya gone and done it, ya mumblin dumb shit
You thinkin ya won it but ya last in the line
You can blast at me fine but that's columbine
It's a suicide mission ya kid's been the victim
I'm wishin that it missed him instead of repetition
And I'm gettin the suspicion that it's all superstition 
So call it what it isn't but ya wallet's been driftin
Like the tallest under treetops please stop ya weak talk
We drop to squash what ya stepped in with ya reboks
Don't care about ya nikes or ya henny daily nightly
We messin with ya psyche and no ya don't like me
Like it or not it's not what ya got
Get Love or get lost but you're about to get tossed
Into the depths of the darkest dream
Where you can't take no steps and it's not what it seems
A deer in high beams, hearin the screams
A mess and ya wettin ya skinny ass jeans
Must be too tight to move, whatchu tryin to prove
You hecklers your records can't stay in the groove
So ya oohs  and ahs just confuse the flaws
When they remove the gauze you ain't got no scars
You're rhyming every four bars, they're not even your cars
You can't even work hard traded in like sports cards
Yeah ya fans are canned in a scheme that's grand
They get hit with my sound like it's the back of my hand
So flip the hourglass and release the sand
Cuz once the hour pass then I never can land
No I won't hold ya hand but I'll teach with example
Think ya too hard to handle you're about to get trampled
Trample ya dreams you're just on trampolines
But you never could fly without flyin machines
You're obscene with ya teams but I don't know what ya mean
No ya blowin ya beans instead of growin ya scene
Yeah ya bend over backwards but I'm here to stack words
With fiyah I attack herds who don't know they lack words
Forget what ya last heard and do somethin new
This music gets me through, it holds me like glue
So there's rips in my hoodie and a hole in my shoe
But at least I'm not you, I control what I view ooh

Sorry man, my bad
Just had to clear some shit up for those kids that think that uh
Wearin their girlfriend's mom's clothes and playin dress up
That aint real, that aint Hip Hop
C'mon now

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