Music now is nothing
But a bunch of niggas tryina look good
And they forgot about the lyrics
Pointing hand guns to the face of a nigga
And they never face a nigga for the feelings
Do it one time
Do it two times motherf*cker
Do it while you're praying to your God
But don't forget the prayer
About the praying prayer
Who became a prey of his own motherf*cking God
Listen, Imma start talking real shit
And I don't give a f*ck if you niggas
Don't like it
Talking about pulling the trigger
And keeping a figure
You niggas square minded
How the f*ck did Marshall Mathers became the Rap God?
Even though he space bounded
Now class is about to begin
Motherf*cker sit down
All you niggas are grounded
Henny on the bitches
And not even running business
You're a puppet nigga I've seen this
You nobody
Prove me that you're clever
How about writing a letter
You still thinking that you're better?
You nobody
Mac wrote real shit
Trying to escape his mind
You motherf*ckers blind
Don't get that rap is dying?
Think what you talk is fine?
You're not inspiring, man
Kids these days need the motherf*cking truth in lines
I'm not talking about the lines you're doing
So you come up with a verse about the lines you're doing
Funny how these niggas think
No one gives a f*ck about you paying
For the pussy that you're getting
You're not even selling
Shit! Do you niggas think?
I am f*cking tired of the bullshit
The trash
Of the fact that everyone is getting so dehumanized
Like a vice
There is only f*cking lies
With the lights off
We can't even see how distant we are from our life but
I'm kinda getting deviated from the main topic
The rotten-ass-self interest-million dollar-f*cked up music industry
Music now is nothing
But a bunch of niggas tryina look good
And they forgot about the lyrics
Pointing hand guns to the face of a nigga
And they never face a nigga for the feelings
Do it one time
Do it two times motherf*cker
Do it while you're praying to your God
But don't forget the prayer
About the praying prayer
Who became a prey of his own motherf*cking God
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Cxsinensis - Music Now Lyrics
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Music now is nothing
But a bunch of niggas tryina look good
And they forgot about the lyrics
Pointing hand guns to the face of a nigga
And they never face a nigga for the feelings
Do it one time
Do it two times motherf*cker
Do it while you're praying to your God
But don't forget the prayer
About the praying prayer
Who became a prey of his own motherf*cking God
Listen, Imma start talking real shit
And I don't give a f*ck if you niggas
Don't like it
Talking about pulling the trigger
And keeping a figure
You niggas square minded
How the f*ck did Marshall Mathers became the Rap God?
Even though he space bounded
Now class is about to begin
Motherf*cker sit down
All you niggas are grounded
Henny on the bitches
And not even running business
You're a puppet nigga I've seen this
You nobody
Prove me that you're clever
How about writing a letter
You still thinking that you're better?
You nobody
Mac wrote real shit
Trying to escape his mind
You motherf*ckers blind
Don't get that rap is dying?
Think what you talk is fine?
You're not inspiring, man
Kids these days need the motherf*cking truth in lines
I'm not talking about the lines you're doing
So you come up with a verse about the lines you're doing
Funny how these niggas think
No one gives a f*ck about you paying
For the pussy that you're getting
You're not even selling
Shit! Do you niggas think?
I am f*cking tired of the bullshit
The trash
Of the fact that everyone is getting so dehumanized
Like a vice
There is only f*cking lies
With the lights off
We can't even see how distant we are from our life but
I'm kinda getting deviated from the main topic
The rotten-ass-self interest-million dollar-f*cked up music industry
Music now is nothing
But a bunch of niggas tryina look good
And they forgot about the lyrics
Pointing hand guns to the face of a nigga
And they never face a nigga for the feelings
Do it one time
Do it two times motherf*cker
Do it while you're praying to your God
But don't forget the prayer
About the praying prayer
Who became a prey of his own motherf*cking God
But a bunch of niggas tryina look good
And they forgot about the lyrics
Pointing hand guns to the face of a nigga
And they never face a nigga for the feelings
Do it one time
Do it two times motherf*cker
Do it while you're praying to your God
But don't forget the prayer
About the praying prayer
Who became a prey of his own motherf*cking God
Listen, Imma start talking real shit
And I don't give a f*ck if you niggas
Don't like it
Talking about pulling the trigger
And keeping a figure
You niggas square minded
How the f*ck did Marshall Mathers became the Rap God?
Even though he space bounded
Now class is about to begin
Motherf*cker sit down
All you niggas are grounded
Henny on the bitches
And not even running business
You're a puppet nigga I've seen this
You nobody
Prove me that you're clever
How about writing a letter
You still thinking that you're better?
You nobody
Mac wrote real shit
Trying to escape his mind
You motherf*ckers blind
Don't get that rap is dying?
Think what you talk is fine?
You're not inspiring, man
Kids these days need the motherf*cking truth in lines
I'm not talking about the lines you're doing
So you come up with a verse about the lines you're doing
Funny how these niggas think
No one gives a f*ck about you paying
For the pussy that you're getting
You're not even selling
Shit! Do you niggas think?
I am f*cking tired of the bullshit
The trash
Of the fact that everyone is getting so dehumanized
Like a vice
There is only f*cking lies
With the lights off
We can't even see how distant we are from our life but
I'm kinda getting deviated from the main topic
The rotten-ass-self interest-million dollar-f*cked up music industry
Music now is nothing
But a bunch of niggas tryina look good
And they forgot about the lyrics
Pointing hand guns to the face of a nigga
And they never face a nigga for the feelings
Do it one time
Do it two times motherf*cker
Do it while you're praying to your God
But don't forget the prayer
About the praying prayer
Who became a prey of his own motherf*cking God
Writer: Rubén Naranjo
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