SXMPRA - DOUBLE DARE! sanat lyrics
DOUBLE DARE!
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Cough-cough, cough-cough
Ayy, sit back as I rip from the chest
Microphone in my hand and a voice in my head
I'ma keep spittin' till there ain't none left
I guess death be the only thing that keep me set
Like, two years since I said ya dead
I made moves that the money ain't a thing, oh, yes
I stress that I'm not just a regular guest
The rap for the stacks, I bring back the boom-bap
Like, who that kid dressed in all black?
Every motherfucker wanna be on my track
I don't give a fuck about your cap-ass rap
You stay wack while I snap, keep the bars on tap, huh
All I hear is 'Money, monеy, bitches', but I don't see no money or the mothеrfuckin' bitches, uh?
All I see is corny rappers acting famous like they made it, but ain't makin' any fucking digits
Yeah, let me break it down for ya
You do it for the image, ain't nobody down for ya
Comin' up out the grave, I was underground for ya
Now I'm comin' and takin' the throne, better bow down for ya
Highness, leave your bank in the minus
All my bills are blue like my motherfuckin' iris
Fillin' up your head like a goddamn virus
REALLY WANNA SAY MY DOUBLE DARE, YOU FUCKIN' TRY THIS
WHAT? ALL YOU GET IS MY PISS
SPIT LIKE A MAG AND I'M DUMPIN' MY CLIP
NAME SOMEONE ELSE WHO BE DOIN' THIS SHIT
Y'ALL CAN KEEP IT COMING, SCHEMA CLIQUE IN THIS BITCH
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand
Sun in the sky and the smog in the air
People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear
You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care
Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand
Sun in the sky and the smog in the air
People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear
You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care
Time to kick dust up, I bust like a clip
When I duck out the back and I creep up like this
How many motherfuckers must get dumped with the gun quick?
This is for the souls that felt this
Who's that?
Comin' straight from the back
I just stack up my pack while you sit there and act
Tough motherfuckers wanna be so bust like they subject to another style they suspectin'
Everybody wanna be respected
Take a little shot when they least expect it
Who am I? Gotta be objective
The blade stay tucked and it ain't selective
Dissected, emptied out his pockets and kept it
Split a motherfucker from his posse like Brexit
I don't give a fuck about a man who said shit
Really want a feature but the flow expensive
FUCK OUT MY WAY WHEN I BUST IT LIKE THAT
SLY GOES THE TRACK, AND I PUNK OUT THE GAS
FUCK WHAT YOU SAY, AND THEN FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD
I STICK TO MOVIN', I FLY LIKE A BIRD
Spray words like it's blood to the paper
Stay cursed, but if I see things worse
When I go and get a rise I'ma take Earth
When you address me you go 'head and say 'Sir'
Can I get a little bit of the steez please?
I reap the rewards of a war I'm knees deep in
I pull pins like a frag, I'm so bad
I BUST SLUGS, BITCH, AND RECOVER THE BAG
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand
Sun in the sky and the smog in the air
People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear
You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care
Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand
Sun in the sky and the smog in the air
People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear
You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care
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27/09/2023
I find my comfort in chaos
I'll fall asleep in a seance
Don't wear my makeup for men
No, I just love corporations
Want them to take all my money
Burn the ocean to sand
I'll take a big fucking sip
So hot I'll turn it to glass
You've got your money and your fast cars
You're not a god, you're just another fukstar
You've got your money and your fast cars
You're not a god, you're just another fukstar
We waste our days sleeping in
Swim in this sinking feeling
Don't wake me up, baby
It's so much safer dreaming
We waste our days sleeping in
And while you sit with us out of view
Just know that gods can die too
I think that someone fell asleep at the wheel
We're going off-course and I can't help but feel
That if I pissed on your church
And set fire to the steeple
You praying fuckers wouldn't notice
What is wrong with you people? Ah
You've got your money and your fast cars
You're not a god, you're just another fukstar
You've got your money and your fast cars
You're not a god, you're just another fukstar
Just another fukstar
We waste our days with thinking
Just think what we could do
If we put our faith in chaos
Baby, we're born to lose
It's gone dark on the ceiling
Look, all the stars are leaving
It's gone dark on the ceiling
Look, all the stars are leaving
F-U-K-star, live large, die hard
F-U-K-star, live large, die hard
F-U-K-star, live large, die hard
F-U-K-star, live large, die hard
Just another fukstar
Just another fukstar
Just another fukstar
Just another fukstar
Just another fuk—
Just another fukstar
Just another fukstar
27/09/2023
Are you ready?
We're in a messed up situation
A messed up situation
I've got a chest so tight it's caged my lungs
Even Houdini couldn't get out of this one
I'm reeling by the day
Can't seem to make sense of this place
I call my head
Better get the fuck out of my way
We're all starting to get a little psycho, psycho (Yeah!)
And if you keep us locked up we're gonna burn it down like pyro, pyro
It's been sixteen weeks
Can't swallow this
Hard medicine
Hey, hey, bring out your dead
Wash off the life and go back to bed
Chlorine, chlorine in my dreams
Chlorine you're my everything
Ladies and gentlemen what we are now experiencing is known as the tipping point
The world feels faster when you're falling and the city's brighter when it's burning
We're all starting to get a little psycho, psycho (Yeah!)
And if you keep us locked up we're gonna burn it down like pyro, pyro
It's been sixteen weeks
Can't swallow this
Hard medicine
Dress me up and wipe me clean
Shadows always cling to me
Paper bodies in the streets
They came unplugged from the big machine
Lovers lost to the beast that feeds
Giving birth to insanity
Burning cities in my dreams
I've come unplugged from the big machine
There's blood, there's blood
Strike your matches till they're used up
This is too big for us to topple
Bring wood and oil
There's blood, there's blood
Strike your matches till they're used up
This is too big for us to topple
Bring wood and oil
Hey hey, bring out your dead
Wash off the life and go back to bed
Hey hey, bring out your dead
Wash off the life and go back to bed
We're all starting to get a little psycho, psycho (Yeah!)
And if you keep us locked up we're gonna burn it down like pyro, pyro
It's been sixteen weeks
Can't swallow this
Hard medicine
Dress me up and wipe me clean
Shadows always cling to me
Paper bodies in the streets
They came unplugged from the big machine
Lovers lost to the beast that feeds
Giving birth to insanity
Burning cities in my dreams
I've come unplugged from the big machine
27/09/2023
'Yeah, well, at least I'm not ugly.'
'Yes you are. And you're boring. And you're totally ordinary. And you know it.'
'Tonight I present to congress six six six great goals.'
'Oh, God.'
'The main challenge in our time is for men to learn to live together in peace and harmony.'
'Our children that will be born this year will come of age in the twenty-first century...
What kind of society... What kind of world... Are we building for them?'
'Jesus fucking christ...'
'Yeah...'
'What did we learn, Palmer?'
'I don't know, sir.'
'I don't fucking know either.
I guess we learned not to do it again.'
'Yes, sir.'
'But I'm fucked if I know what we did...'
'Yes, sir, it's, uh... Hard to say.'
'Jesus fucking christ...'
27/09/2023
Know my dog anywhere I hear him bark
Well I know my rider
If I see her in the dark
Well I'd know my dog anywhere I hear him bark
Well, I'd know my rider if I see her in the dark
Ain't it cold for you, mother when you say you don't love me?
Well that's alright woman, you gonna need my help someday
You didn't say you didn't love me, when you were stretched out across my bed
You're drinkin' moonshine
Whisky and talking all outta your head
Ain't but two kinda people in this world that I can't stand
That's a lying woman and a cheatin', knockin' man
Well, I feel like slapping my pistol in your face
I'm gonna let the graveyard be your resting place
Well I'd know my dog anywhere I hear him bark
Well, I'd know my rider if I see her in the dark