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bert - sun wukong, awakened to emptiness lyrics

[verse 1: bert]
sum of my life
in a couple of pictures
i’m great cause i’m dumb
and i never read scriptures
gave a lotta lip, sure
haven’t gotten much back
not sure if pops has my back
never asked for it
paid little attention to the blackboard
always felt tension half black boy
usually got in trouble, never asked for it
then again, who the h-ll asks for it?
i’m not that d-mn trouble
i mean my luck didn’t double, but
i never really struggled
i’m leery of self-acceptance
with my health i’m reckless
i’m a bit of a sh-llfish, yeah
i know, predictable and selfish
it’s human nature
never wanna be one
only wanna be sun
wukong in the building
staff that i’m wielding
my d-ck is large
that didn’t rhyme
my d-ck is large (laughing)
i’m outta time
(oh sh-t…)

[verse 2: bert]
more than adaptation
my struggle – temptation
bit of a pr-ck, and he’s never been patient
i’m an -ssh0l-, godd-mnit it’s blatant
sniff my b-lls, get this fragrance
shouts to shaun in his bas-m-nt
can’t be immortal so i’m trying to be famous
dive through this portal
i don’t care if you’re immortal
rummage in my head you might see a couple turtles
heh, son goku with the turtle on my back
trying to bring something worth it when i rap
stressed, eat another peach, take another nap
life is a leech sitting in my lap
it sucks d-ck
hey, kid! you’re overreacting, rob sucks, quit with the rapping
i’m not this pessimistic, linguistic, so simplistic
how you gonna make the kids go ballistic?
bounce on your own, n-gga
i’ma send ’em on, n-gga
hit me on the phone, n-gga
you don’t really like being on your own, n-gga
f-ck you, how you figured?
been alone this long
vagabond monkey, why is that wrong?

[hook: bert]
so i’m staring up at this abysmal sea
gases are shining down on me
look down, you’ll see a frown on me
a struggling poet, crowds that flee
staring up at this abysmal sea
gases are shining down on me
look down, you’ll see a frown on me
a struggling poet, crowds that flee
staring up at this abysmal sea
gases are shining down on me
look down, you’ll see a frown on me
a struggling poet, crowds that –

[outro/verse 3: bert]
f-ck your predisposition
in my head, enjoy your visit
did you make an incision? no?!
alright, f-ck it, then listen
try to keep nothing out by omission
thinking real hard, hope it comes to fruition
chris benoit this beat into submission (yeah!)

- bert lyrics

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