Lyrics:
the downtrodden, contender, well it's such a hit
At least with critics and hipster elitists.
So tell me why, I can't pay my rent.
We don't know where were going
for one second that you've made it?
Are you sure you can play their game?
You answer your critics with a question
You're not sure you'll ever be
Stop letting critics be your rudder and make your own way
No matter what you achieve they try to take it away
Go
This one's for the black sheep,
this is his town
When you learn how much you worth you will stop giving out discounts
Gotta quiet all of these critics, the most devoted in my division
And they need a kick in the ass
'cause nice guys finish last
Nice guys finish last
So let the critics say just what they will
You gave us a pain and you
got heart shapes in ink
Yeah, you wear it on your sleeve
You're so the one-liner, I'm such the critic
We've all been cynics once in our lives
And you
grind your temple
Critics can suck my ***
I'm sick with it
Anonymous diss
And say another kid did it
Word is
Since in the limelight
Malique can't rhyme
were)
Waiting for another hit
Waiting for another hit
Waiting for another hit
Waiting for another hit
The critics hated it
They chewed it up and spat it
I'm not ashamed
I'm not a critic
I'll never look up how the hell you did it
I'm not to blame
This isn't physics
We can't be lovers just because
pay
We're gonna follow you
Follow you up
We're gonna be there too
Another critic, the oldest profession
One more "expert", an endless procession
they've signed their lives away.
But what's to be said for us who take life by the hand?
We will prove wrong all of our critics and smash our greatest
You laugh at me your lifes a lie
Hey clever jerk just ring it up
Caus any jerk could work your jo
Hey critic nerd hear this you slob
With mouth on retro
world
I declare my independence
From the critics and their stones
I can find my revolution
I can learn to stand alone
[Chorus: x 3]
make the hardest heart of the critics heart melt
When I write, When I write the book
When I write the book about my love
When I write the book about
a sick kid
Don't even risk it
Illegal mix it
Perfecting this hit
We ignoring critics
Industry misfits
Hip-hop stock lister
Strongest crew
Worda wordee
There is no doubt today
The cynics and the critics have faded dead away
Every wound has healed
The meaning of their struggles has now been revealed
Why don't you speak your mind, do you find that it's hard to do.
Too many critics all around with not much to do but bring you down
Don't let them
When critics say, it don't make sense
I'm the living evidence
When it feels like i can't go on
I'll just say (i'll say yes)
When the world say no
and soul I can achieve in this world
And I can hold to my words and my lyric you can't critic neither can you
Predict
Or judge my style and flow and my
we've heard it all before
It won't make us stop
But just want it more
All the critics laid down their bets
Odds are two to one
And we've made this dream
back out on that lonesome trail
But they'll try to point out everytime you trip up,
They get their kicks from seein other people fail
Critics will always
to the cinema
John Holmes, life devoted to a Harley
Twelve inches, it's one foot
Of artistic reality
That is what attracted all the critics
Not my acting
a critic nigga this is my life; you ain't put in it
Don't think I need your two cents now while you been pushing it
Cause opinions are assholes, they full
Took a couple shots to the face from some critics
Can't imagine what they gonna say when they hear this
I'm done tryin' to fit in, thought about
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