Yo you got about 5 seconds before I start to lose it
And load a beat up that sounds like some horror music
Every medley gotta be drum heavy and no acoustic
My advice to you is stay home, make some harder music
Self-quarantine cause your work is non-essential
Everything I drop is over the top and monumental
What I write might incite violence and cause revolts
Confuse'em with the silence then I shock'em with results
This is music for adults, followed by the cults
Hand delivered compliments and catapult the insults
Breach the perimeter, teach a lesson bout compression with the limiter
You probably volunteer to take a enema
Probably breathing germs through a dirty mask
In the trap caught Corona while counting some dirty cash
Nowadays, you gotta live in a plastic bag
Bubbly Boy or Trouble Troy they they reminiscing on ya ass
That ain't a slight that's just me being Terrence
It's apparent gotta watch out for the cops and the Karens
Where the young buls strapped cause they got nothing to lose
And old heads strapped cause they got everything to lose
For real
Ayo, I had alotta cats tell me T you da illest
They call me Ursus arctos horribilis
A grizzly penman wreaking havoc with the baddest intention
Watching my footage like it's Patterson-Gimlin
When it's this kinda dope man you ain't gotta sell it
The thing about the truth man they don't care who tell it
I'm just ventin' tryna manage my anxieties like Clinton did with Monica
Now come play this harmonica
Strike up the band this is live as it gets
I'm too busy living life to go and type it on the net
You can post it for me I'm spittin' drippin' with sweat
My music helps you remember or it makes you forget
Cause some are living check to check, most are living check to Monday
Hands in the air Friday, then punching the air Sunday
Throwing jabs and hooking and looking like Cuba Gooding
Hugging on Nia Long you wrong if you think I wouldn't
Won't catch me bumping no Lizzo that's a nizzo
Shoulda tore down that statue of Rizzo from the gizzo
Change is gonna happen whether you want it or not
And all buildings matter we just add another block
For real
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Yo you got about 5 seconds before I start to lose it
And load a beat up that sounds like some horror music
Every medley gotta be drum heavy and no acoustic
My advice to you is stay home, make some harder music
Self-quarantine cause your work is non-essential
Everything I drop is over the top and monumental
What I write might incite violence and cause revolts
Confuse'em with the silence then I shock'em with results
This is music for adults, followed by the cults
Hand delivered compliments and catapult the insults
Breach the perimeter, teach a lesson bout compression with the limiter
You probably volunteer to take a enema
Probably breathing germs through a dirty mask
In the trap caught Corona while counting some dirty cash
Nowadays, you gotta live in a plastic bag
Bubbly Boy or Trouble Troy they they reminiscing on ya ass
That ain't a slight that's just me being Terrence
It's apparent gotta watch out for the cops and the Karens
Where the young buls strapped cause they got nothing to lose
And old heads strapped cause they got everything to lose
For real
Ayo, I had alotta cats tell me T you da illest
They call me Ursus arctos horribilis
A grizzly penman wreaking havoc with the baddest intention
Watching my footage like it's Patterson-Gimlin
When it's this kinda dope man you ain't gotta sell it
The thing about the truth man they don't care who tell it
I'm just ventin' tryna manage my anxieties like Clinton did with Monica
Now come play this harmonica
Strike up the band this is live as it gets
I'm too busy living life to go and type it on the net
You can post it for me I'm spittin' drippin' with sweat
My music helps you remember or it makes you forget
Cause some are living check to check, most are living check to Monday
Hands in the air Friday, then punching the air Sunday
Throwing jabs and hooking and looking like Cuba Gooding
Hugging on Nia Long you wrong if you think I wouldn't
Won't catch me bumping no Lizzo that's a nizzo
Shoulda tore down that statue of Rizzo from the gizzo
Change is gonna happen whether you want it or not
And all buildings matter we just add another block
For real
And load a beat up that sounds like some horror music
Every medley gotta be drum heavy and no acoustic
My advice to you is stay home, make some harder music
Self-quarantine cause your work is non-essential
Everything I drop is over the top and monumental
What I write might incite violence and cause revolts
Confuse'em with the silence then I shock'em with results
This is music for adults, followed by the cults
Hand delivered compliments and catapult the insults
Breach the perimeter, teach a lesson bout compression with the limiter
You probably volunteer to take a enema
Probably breathing germs through a dirty mask
In the trap caught Corona while counting some dirty cash
Nowadays, you gotta live in a plastic bag
Bubbly Boy or Trouble Troy they they reminiscing on ya ass
That ain't a slight that's just me being Terrence
It's apparent gotta watch out for the cops and the Karens
Where the young buls strapped cause they got nothing to lose
And old heads strapped cause they got everything to lose
For real
Ayo, I had alotta cats tell me T you da illest
They call me Ursus arctos horribilis
A grizzly penman wreaking havoc with the baddest intention
Watching my footage like it's Patterson-Gimlin
When it's this kinda dope man you ain't gotta sell it
The thing about the truth man they don't care who tell it
I'm just ventin' tryna manage my anxieties like Clinton did with Monica
Now come play this harmonica
Strike up the band this is live as it gets
I'm too busy living life to go and type it on the net
You can post it for me I'm spittin' drippin' with sweat
My music helps you remember or it makes you forget
Cause some are living check to check, most are living check to Monday
Hands in the air Friday, then punching the air Sunday
Throwing jabs and hooking and looking like Cuba Gooding
Hugging on Nia Long you wrong if you think I wouldn't
Won't catch me bumping no Lizzo that's a nizzo
Shoulda tore down that statue of Rizzo from the gizzo
Change is gonna happen whether you want it or not
And all buildings matter we just add another block
For real
Writer: Terrence Wood
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