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bigomuziq - vent lyrics

[verse 1]
make sure your speakers are b-mpin’
for this speech to the public
fresh out the oven, disgusting flow bout to feed to these stomachs
time to feast on these gluttons
these mcs that be frontin’
a new release, i’m turning doubters to believers in something
game been needing discussion, its been bleeding corruption
diseased, they all asleep, well wake up see here’s a piece of instruction
grab your sneakers start running, tongue my heater, i’m huntin’
here comes the fever, leave or be caught underneath the destruction [run it]

lord forgive me before i k!ll it, men women and children get ready to witness the realest
no gimmicks, no image, best wishes to bigots, when finished
mimics turn back into princes that ribbit
kings think they game, but to me they only scrimmage
see i bury a beat, make sure my critics can dig it
whoever cross me again, just know i’m burning our bridges
society called and i heard but ain’t no stopping a menace
plaster manufactured rappers, in less than a minute

so many styles and flows on microphones i got a flow drobe
bring a war zone to they whole globe know i got em yelling “oh no!”
speak in prose, a vehicle, my messages as clear as ghost
no gmos au naturale you think you got the wits go?
sink your boat, yo battleship, battling just to hit my notes
b-tter flow, smeared on toast, and deadly like 6 feet below
my point across, against all odds, i live through faith and fear of god
the king of thrones, this just verse 1, now hear me roar!

[hook x2]
they call me underdog, think i only came to play
made me wonder god, am i good enough to stay?
when my number called, i’ll be sure to raise the stakes
change the game until it break, n make sure, they know my name

[verse 2]
give me the cue to go, i lose control and go to work like cubical
a beautiful stupid flow, take a look see what i do to foes
funerals, for every beat i use to make these musicals
cook soup and noodle bowls to nourish souls, eat up, my food is hope
“will he choke?”
asking, they gossip while they all glued to phones
but he won’t, stop rapping cuz’ he promised he’d stay true to home
fools and jokes all hope he falls, but i’m here until i’m gone
won’t dumb it down, flow smart and fast, i call this one here ramadan

so check me out, make sure it register
yo boy he ain’t no replica
temperature another level outside the range of your cellular
out in space nearing nebula, far as sight of your retina
predator, slaying prey i make prayers for my competitors
officers and questioners, scholars, and etc.,
guess at my agenda, all calling me way too secular
can’t profit off the prophets, or pretend to be a messenger
intentions with my god, i accept him as my creditor

no i don’t rap for applauds, see, i rap for a cause
name another rapper retracting from mackin’ on broads
matter of fact in my back pocket know i’m practicing law
a magnet attracting judgment just like the gavels in courts
so many rats attack my tracks, n try to knock me off course
but of course, unlike them i’m never getting trapped by the source
stay attached to my path, and then get back on my horse
i make art from the heart, not for charts or reports
(screw yo instagram)

i’m unpopular with followers, my username anonymous
no tolerance for politics, too busy smoking parliaments
on house arrest, jottin’ down vowels a buncha consonants
on doc-ments til my flows synonymous with an arsonist
or phosphorus, bout to blow, until then got no time to rest
accomplishments don’t get accomplished til you jump up off the cliff
cognizant of risks, but i’ll shoot until my targets hit
i had to get this off my chest, and represent, i call this vent!

[hook x2]

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