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bknitts – brain waves lyrics

[bknitts]
let’s jump up in it, i’m with the sh-ts is you f-cking with it?
i’m someone gifted like every track is another christmas
not shoving disses i’d rather put out productive writtens
though now days my depression is ranking in the double digits
thanks to f-cking critics, pushing me through every verse
imma push em right back when i snap it’s like a deadly curse
my ledgered words like beretta burst or machetes hurting now let’s get to work
i’m already irked so they better swerve. ah, f-ck em all though man they never learn

[sam lang]
look, bknitts
they’ll never learn
so the lesson never stops
me and you get cropped
outta pictures, but wait until they stop
and our p-ssion doesn’t
ain’t no lack in loving
my poems my artistry
and i don’t care if you think i’m nothing
cause really, it’s too good to see
these words mean the whole world to me
they kept me
from blowing my brains all over this god d-mn upholstery
now i’m heading where i’m suppose to be, im up

[bknitts]
up up in the clouds with my foot stuck to the ground
fell in one love with the sound cause there’s just nothing around
and if i ever come down you’ll hear footsteps on a rooftop
like a kick drum over kingdom steady just pumpin a boom box
true talk from the soap box that you thought was boxed in
but ooh naw that’s so wrong this dude’s noggins got sense
so lochness he’s too raw there’s no doubt he’s top ten
if you not on board with that screw off and hop ship

[sam lang]
look- hop a ship- or choke d-ck
my only adversary
an addiction to puffing mary
and reading outta my dictionary
suggesting i’m a visionary
without working on goals
some call em imaginary
whose line is it
f-ck it, i ain’t drew carey
but imma get the last laugh
used to chase that fast cash
now i’m past that
but i ain’t past rap
still having fun making music
matter a fact
i’m better at it
now, when everybody
still rapping bout average,sh-t
while nothing’s ever happening
but high school baby mama drama
while my flow been getting smarter

[bknitts]
the flow is getting smarter, f-ck em too i spit it harder
where the h-ll this monster from? wisconsin son, i’m mister martyr
bury me for tearing and ripping apart your simple charter
only getting started showing rappers how they missed the marker
written bars so loco they’re smashing a d-mn latina woman
rappers cramping my style in the background i can see em lookin
y’all are scared, i know cause half of the potential features wouldn’t
even hook a verse up, nervous that i would leave em crooked
f-ck your confidence when i’m dropping sh-t like i bomb sewage
the flow wavy so crazy now they on to em
from the underground. pardon me it’s bknitts
never started from the bottom i just harbor underneath it
part of me’s a martyr and then part of me’s a heathen
goin harder than a heart attack when arteries are seizing

[sam lang]
hold up–
my brain waves, moving too quick
i gotta slow it down, f-ck it let’s speed it up in this b-tch
took me 24 years, just to follow these dreams
it seems, foolish, but it’s lucid
and it beats, working for others
for your minimal dollars
all these hours
a collar, round my neck
working for money
but rather write for respect
so f-ck whose next
i’d rather never get on
just let me exist in the underground
or write a good song
let me live my life
writing poems that happen to rap
so let me tell y’all
how everything your dropping, been whack
let me tell y’all, how the women
i love will never love me back
and let me paint this picture
with every bar that i rap

[outro]
waves…

sam lang…

everything comes in waves…

- bknitts lyrics

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