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MANNHEIM/CALL US REAL
by Clashus
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How you tell me what the problem is
When the problem is complaining about the way that we don't compliment
Yo daddy condom split and made a bitch that they can profit with
You need some common sense and see the perspective when the quantum shift
From hypnotic shit
You taking pills to numb the pain out
You watch it rain out
And wash the painting that you made now
So now you fade out
Into a world that wouldn't phase out
From the way they hate clowns
But sit and watch you blow your brains out (It's tragic uh)
From cold ashes, pragmatic
Stuck asking what's the reason for the world to see us crashin' (Crashin')
Like who's asking who's lackin
When the piece ain't meant for peace
When them bullets see you crashin' (Crashin')
Cold magic, so flaccid
When the danger from ya world caught you sleeping
When you crashin' (Crashin')
So tragic, pragmatic
Stukk asking what's the reason for the world to see us crashin'
Writing ain't a challenge, contradicting all my foes
Pikkin at my callus, hands harder than before
Gotta get it out the stove 'fore it burns out
Slicing thru these niggas in the kitchen
Let my word out nigga
You can't see the way that it turns out
Swerving in a hearse now
Dead niggas speedin' through the worst now
Tryna feed the knowledge to my kids that I'm spitting out
Maybe I can show em how to get it from the birdhouse
Tryna' get this verse out
Cookin' in the Stu' to let my curse out
Nigga I'm a be the first out
With problems of pro violence, let the worms out
Fishing past these niggas it's my turn now
Gotta keep it peng with all my homies at the church house
You see the solace that I'm spitting
Tryna help the kids with all they wishes
Couldn't see me posted on the image
Make it out the institution I was living
So I can go and get it for myself
So I can tell my mama that I did it
I know I'm never finish
So I'm always striving to prosper past all of my peers that wouldn't listen
(Aye aye, that wouldn't listen)
Writing ain't a challenge, contradicting all my foes
Pikkin at my callus, hands harder than before
Gotta get it out the stove
How you tell me what the problem is
When the problem is complaining about the way that we don't compliment
Yo daddy condom split and made a bitch that they can profit with
You need some common sense and see the perspective when the quantum shift
From hypnotic shit
You taking pills to numb the pain out
You watch it rain out
And wash the painting that you made now
So now you fade out
Into a world that wouldn't phase out
From the way they hate clowns
But sit and watch you blow your brains out (It's tragic uh)
From cold ashes, pragmatic
Stuck asking what's the reason for the world to see us crashin' (Crashin')
Like who's asking who's lackin
When the piece ain't meant for peace
When them bullets see you crashin' (Crashin')
Cold magic, so flaccid
When the danger from ya world caught you sleeping
When you crashin' (Crashin')
So tragic, pragmatic
Stukk asking what's the reason for the world to see us crashin'
Writing ain't a challenge, contradicting all my foes
Pikkin at my callus, hands harder than before
Gotta get it out the stove 'fore it burns out
Slicing thru these niggas in the kitchen
Let my word out nigga
You can't see the way that it turns out
Swerving in a hearse now
Dead niggas speedin' through the worst now
Tryna feed the knowledge to my kids that I'm spitting out
Maybe I can show em how to get it from the birdhouse
Tryna' get this verse out
Cookin' in the Stu' to let my curse out
Nigga I'm a be the first out
With problems of pro violence, let the worms out
Fishing past these niggas it's my turn now
Gotta keep it peng with all my homies at the church house
You see the solace that I'm spitting
Tryna help the kids with all they wishes
Couldn't see me posted on the image
Make it out the institution I was living
So I can go and get it for myself
So I can tell my mama that I did it
I know I'm never finish
So I'm always striving to prosper past all of my peers that wouldn't listen
(Aye aye, that wouldn't listen)
Writing ain't a challenge, contradicting all my foes
Pikkin at my callus, hands harder than before
Gotta get it out the stove
