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cer10 - full disclosure lyrics

[verse:]
i’ve got talent in the bag, but they’re actin’ like i’m wack
got a knack for trap music‚ but i’m actually getting flack
this is not a easy task‚ i hope they give it a p-ss
but they think it’s -ss and put it in a glad bag in the trash (yeah!)
so when i say that i can rap‚ i’m backing my facts up
you just made it in this game and now you’re packing your bags up? (uhhh, i mean…)
so i’m the one who is jacked up? now i’m all g-ssed up
and i’m acting so mad, like “what’s the talent that i lack‚ huh?”
all these cr-ss rappers act like they have stacks of cash (cha-ching!)
say they drippin’ like a flask, when all they have is tattered rags (m-m-m-malu on the beat!)
why are the cl-ssy rappers, masking they’re m-ssively sad?
‘cause satan’s holding em’ back‚ as if i even have to ask
now i’ve opened eyelids, and i’m yelling out, “hosana!” (hosana!)
i get off the floating island, stop isolating, and man up (huh, huh!)
no longer going silent, now they asking where’s my manners?
please do not impose the silence, that’s my motto and anthem (woo!)
(“but always think before you go start snappin’, kid!”)
i’ll go make it happening, got a style that i’m rapping with
creatin’ a mosh pit, and now the situation’ hazardous (yeah, yeah!) (wooo!)
i make them rise to their feet like it’s resurrection of lazarus (aaaah!) (ooh!)
the industry is all a trap, new age admiral ackbar (it’s a trap!)
but all these people hungry, like they going to a snackbar
eating a snack bar, listenin’ to yo gotti (i love nature valley)
‘cause this topic’s eating me from the inside like chobani
(“they’re in the illuminati!”) i don’t get what’s so funny
i still don’t understand why- these woke people spoke calmly
n-body elite dies satisfied, it’s out of their control
what good is it to have the whole world, just to lose your only soul?
none, zip, zero, negatory, no, nata!
don’t p-ss me popcorn, ain’t lookin’ for drama (drama alert nation here…)
(“i don’t need a partner, this isn’t a samba!”)
well if you think that i’m wrong, keep listenin’ to yo’ mama
(“if you keep goin’ down that path, you are a goner!”)
i didn’t sit in my room in a state of wonder, and ponder
(“get with the times, why you looking like a farmer?”)
well as a farmer, you don’t have to go through mind control-based trauma! (chicka-chicka!)
i mean, it’s also one way we could stop all of this violence
instead of takin’ our guns away, like i’ve seen em’ pushin’ and tryin’
to control everything that we do, only on the lowkey (lowkey)
and when they do that, then the problem gets giant, like loki (loki)
i know there’s an epidemic of violence that’s in this country
when we’re defenseless, it doesn’t solve the pistol-poppin’, you dummies! (pew, pew, pew) (pew, pew, pew) (pew, pew, pew)
but i’m sorry, must’ve gotten off-track
‘cause, it’s all ‘about the entertainment and never about the rap (aye, ayyye..ya!)
meanwhile the government lost 1,500 children (“oops!”)
meanwhile all these reptilians tryna’ claim they ain’t villains (ssss…)
i’m supposed to sit back and say i’m okay feeling
when i’m really not inside, all of this trickery is revealin’
not rocking a double dagger, ‘cause you know i ain’t an actor (double dagger, ain’t an actor)
i admit that i’m not perfect, there’s times when disaster struck
but thank god for my pastor, ‘cause he helped me to stop acting up
at least i can say, (“i’m not big-headed!”), like a tractor truck (tractor truck)
all these people say they say make millions, but they only make a fraction of (huh?)
they’re countin’ their money, but it ain’t adding up
soon these rappers gon’ be [so] poor, that they’ll get a bag and then pack a lunch
they gon’ need support, they feel unpowered, needin’ pack-a-punch (woo!)
sometimes i feel like i’m suffocating under-pressure
like a tight jacket collar that you can’t get off (-choking noises-)
thanking god i overcame it, my punch-backs packin’ a wallop (bless, amen!) (pew!)
they say these words have no meaning, but with facts, backin’ it all up (wat?)
[spoken]: oh and, one last thing. you know i couldn’t forget.. (i couldn’t forget)
shoutout to malu official for giving me a chance to speak on these issues. yeah…
and for allowing me to vent on your very own content (content)
i’m hoping you represent me in your brand new contest (contest)
and if you don’t that’s okay, i’ll be content (content)
hopin’ no one molds you like some fondant (fondant)

[outro]
[spoken]: yeah
cer10
it’s not cerio, it’s cer10

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