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defcee & messiah musik - rabbi and the golem lyrics

[verse 1: defcee]
i’m not easy to love…it’s just rare that i’m hated
my name is mud, but that’s only the translation
skated circles around the holes drilled in the ice
by middle+aged men on the hunt for children to fight
brilliant advice: earn the affirmation rather than expectin’ it
rappers cryin’ for mentions like we’re parents who neglected ’em
the latter’s a legitimate issue to address
and the former’s a mattеr of being insignificant in the press
was dеpressed for the same reasons…then i made twenty+five
k!lled my self+saboteur, and the rest of me came alive
pride or integrity++pick one, and stick with it
the time comes, you could sacrifice either in triplicate
this isn’t “takeover” or “ether,” fam++it’s different
wanted to root ’em on they only found joy in division
doubt crawled away, i barricaded in the kitchen
no respect in the mix, the two of us never blended

[hook: defcee]
molded something magic outta clay
hit ten thousand hours, not a rapper+of+the+day
better than they’d imagined. it’s got ’em sad and amazed
i’m just masterin’ the craft, they don’t even gotta stay
molded something magic outta clay
hit ten thousand hours, not a rapper+of+the+day
better than they’d imagined. it’s got ’em sad and amazed
i’m just masterin’ the craft, they don’t even gotta stay
[verse 2: henry canyons]
walked around the block while the clay dried:
readjusting expectations takes time. tried to shake it
off++oh, no “hey ya.” day jobs. fake sob
stories. reevaluations leaping outta faith
and feeding figments of imagination, weighin’ possibilities
you kiddin’? it’s triple distilled, gettin’ my fill
if i didn’t share, it doesn’t mean i didn’t feel it
otherwise, how will they know? no need to advertise my healing
picklin’ my wounds. big apple. side of grind
pink peppercorns better bitin’ bigger outta life
crisp to the touch. tart to the taste
this business is getting caught, and making art along the way
walking round the block, spinnin’ dreidels made of clay
gimme gimel, sick of fittin’ in the middle of the frame
is it the same? this isn’t a riddle. lookin in the mirror
coming of age. it’s humbling, summoning the day

- defcee messiah musik lyrics

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