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kusha tarantino - killin ish 3.0 (control response) lyrics

[kusha tarantino]verse
(i am) technically stressin’
when i see my mother-bored(board)
my brother walked the stage
hoping that she’d love em more
my dad left early;for surely
it’d be a couple more
years before the tears
dried up off the f-cking floor
so i would sitand write
until my thumb was sore
under dog for the cause
and i’m ready for f-ckin war
you f-ckin dwarf
you let the radio f-ck us more
all that cash money
pushed rap music
out the f-ckin door
fashion replaced struggle
working turned hustle
humble turned hatred
and money replaced muscle
style went f-g
now your dad’s mad
sister wears your jeans
and your mom is just glad
you never saw struggles
goals you never had
safe to say determination
has been erased by swag
( oh no )
slowly i’m diggin deep
master of ceremonies
literal figure of speech
at ease
peace
the definition of “cease”
is stop
and all you’re missin is a “d.e”(desert eagle)
and if you followed me
then you know you are “de”ceased
weak? me?
b-tch you must be
blind like ray
charlie with out the sheen
i don’t move c0ke
but i’m mean wit these triple beams
and money ain’t the motive
i’m happy with little things
and if you claim to be great
i can not believe
the nerve of these guys
sayin i can not compete
lords of the grave
your head is at our feet
and there’s more to be said
than whats read off these sheets
and i ain’t workin in a mill
and a mil is a lot to me
karma is my b-tch
theres no reala’ philosophy
all it took was this beat;
my motive and lots of weed
i’m what’s in now-
you sittin there obsolete
no room for ya -ss
they given the spot to me
king of my city ?(nah homie)
homie you got to be
off ya f-ckin rocker
and you have been asleep(catchin z’s)
cause me.. on beats?
homie that’s recipe
(i)burned em in the fifth
ma’f-ck the third degree
(oh god)
did kush really go there?
he went as far as they did
calculated to no where
for their time
(yeah)that sound so rare
but since liveola was the dopiest
i really don’t care..
my city lacks substance now
filled with jealous haters
put a fire under my -ss
you’d get high off vapor
i elevated
waited
now it’s belated
belittled my oppositions
opposite of elated
f-ck these big name artists
the ones who already made it
makin it harder for
starvin artists to
take this to the majors
i got the flavor
you must not get angered
i’m not jus sayin
not a pop club banger
(ahhh)
now in closing
imma have to say that
if the shoe fit rock-it
can i get a playback?x2
i’ve made tracks and
made bank off dank sacks
im the king of this hill
an i don’t know where hank at
no love
for cats thats sitting spittin lame rap
fashion and car models
oh wait where my chains at??
talk sh-t…
get waka flaka flame jacked
sent back to the future
i lex luther and bane tracks
grab a syringe..
now i’m hitting all ya veins next
uncontrollable substance
my music is the main threat
walter white da beat
i package it and slang that
watch ya tone in the tone
my home, homie i bang dat
i’m the dopest dope
that ever done spoke
don’t provoke the beast inside
it’s time to bring this one home
(i’m goneeeeee)

- kusha tarantino lyrics

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