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jc the imperial - proud lyrics

n0body needs to be a fan of mine
pantomime styles in decline where
formaldehyde lies in disguise
since the paradigm became paralyzed
rappers rhyme basic as alkaline
how can i dumb it down half the time
and fasten my seatbelt after i spit like a
mastermind sweeter than caroline
it upsets me just a bit
the rap game’s wayne gretzky in a pit
low+hanging fruit sells for list price
before you think twice – apoplexy is legit
but the deadliest of sins is thinking that
the heaviest will win, i’m h+ll+bent on this
i don’t give a d+mn who’s honest
but i’ll make a telltale promise
that i’m gonna spare some honors
just let me coexist
i’m underground now – wonder if i drown
how will i puff about
when my stomach’s in a shroud
and if n0body’s coming down to
salvage me in the sound
think i’ll plummet south sunk and proud
don’t need the comfort
i already put myself asunder
operation rolling thunder
on a glutted crowd
dumb it down, make the drumming beat
go up and down while i’m
giving y’all the runaround in funky town
so how will you measure my accomplishments
if not for this: prominence, dominance
scholars list, omnipresence, god exists, dollars
hit big at the box office
i’m not a myth, i’m a sith – promise kept
even if i do sound ominous
i do not have time for this
i might even just smile at this
and it’s starting to go south
cause i don’t give a d+mn now
you can find me on the prowl
as i dwell in the underground
and i’m starting to feel proud
and i’m starting to feel proud
cause i don’t give a d+mn now
and i’m starting to feel proud

heads up + when’s the last time you heard of
carmen electra, that czars should be dressed up
our songs are the best, but
when’s the last time you heard
guitars and cadenzas afar from agendas
the bars were complex and the armor was flesh
now the stars wouldn’t ever give an arm and a leg
for the starve for attention – all they ever do is
say “uh+huh” and project like the dogma is dead, son
it’s hypocrisy – just dot the t’s and cross the i’s
a monopoly with properties to localize
a democracy with lots to see but close your eyes
an anomaly like watch the screen for dolemite
extra apostrophe on lottery shopping sprees
not to please but to hang ‘em high and drain ‘em dry
the monotony has gotten to me
you’ll be pulverized and burned alive
so know your rights
woe, this is poetry in motion, yo
pinocchio – hold your nose ‘fore you comatose
slow your roll if you’re cold in the snowy globe, ho+ho no
lo and behold the remote controller for overdose
is overloaded and broken so you know
the truth is unspoken – but my dojo is onus
open slowly to chapter four of my
solo proponents and mojo components
hocus+pocus a bonus while i yo+yo to focus
show the domes of the posers to po+po who notice
the growing erosion of hip+hop unfolding
put the codeine in protein to proceed exploding
now there’s no treatment solely
for low+seasoned homies
so just try being phony if only if only
now is this the bass that you like
you’re all tasteless alike
you say it’s dope, then change your mind
you don’t give me hope to take a mic and
row row row my boat to save a life
it’s so+so, so i will praise my rhymes
i was alone practicing in my bas+m+nt at night
where were you – cruising down the avenue
about to get a rad tattoo
with ratatouille after school
and after dad allowed you to
when you said it was palpable
the message it amounted to was
dad couldn’t get mad at you, it’s sad but true
i’m asking you as fallible
to sound the truth as factual
and blast this new galactic tune
exactly as it sounds to you
what happens if it cascades to
a platform that i haven’t used
that outcome would be half the battle
then they’ll have to walk in my shoes
before they go to flight school
spit a haiku, slip on ice cubes
can’t be like you
swimming in the bayou
right beside you – but i’m dry, fool
you’re my disciple
i’m k!lling ‘em at high noon
i’m a typhoon and a tycoon
on a roller coaster
the winds of change just might mean
that i’m blowing over
a hopeless soldier with an
open storybook i wrote on
next time i hear basic bars
coming from a nasal maw
and i can’t escape the song
i’m gonna just take the loss and
try to engage with all of the
vertebrae it costs instead of
hating all of the
formulaic wrongs and fighting
way too long to just
put jc on ‘cause he’s amazing
i’m gonna inflame the odds
and raise my arms up in the stadium
and it’s starting to go south
cause i don’t give a d+mn now
you can find me on the prowl
as i dwell in the underground
and i’m starting to feel proud
and i’m starting to feel proud
cause i don’t give a d+mn now
and i’m starting to feel proud
ay ay ay what you know about me
ay ay ay what you know about me
king – and i say it proudly
this for all of those who doubt me

- jc the imperial lyrics

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