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kuz (musician) - lyricist state of mind lyrics

[verse 1]
check each rhyme, you can’t be facin’ them, i station them in a place where the
b-ss ‘n’ drum make ya face go numb, concoct a flavor, son
c-ck back and drop a stop-you-in-ya-spot tastin’ after burn
i stack a ton of a lotta recipes that brought ya -ss a he-rs-
black of course, i don’t act in turn, make star patterns churn
and the rings of saturn curve, family sad ‘n’ hurt as i splatter dirt
-on graves, for ya wack-ss behavior
and not hailing your mighty savior, hating what you should savor
the remainder of you motherf-ckers stay in your plastic containers
next to grandma’s c-sserole, cold pizza, and burnt potaters
just a cl-ssic rapper packin’ a rap in my cap
like a mac’s in the back of my pants, click ‘n’ clack ‘n’ i blast
i kick a habit of spittin’ like a dip addict
i’m thinkin’ it’d be dramatically different if i was whippin’
in cadillacs, p-ssin’ on haters ‘n’ blastin’ a system
that bang planets into actual existence, theorizin’ so listen
my horizons is in the distance, wack -ss-ssination the mission
check this tactical incision, uh
this track sound like a soundtrack to my lifestyle, hope my sound attract a crowd from every corner of this round map
despite how i provide a light to see, indict your right to plea
excite ‘n’ divide despite you guys sayin’ you may not be likin’ me
i am me, and i am ignitin’ fire ‘n’ heat
and supplyin’ your dire need to retire in defeat

[hook]
this ain’t a craze or a phase that i’m
gonna grow weary with, it won’t fade in time
i mean i spend days at a time here just replacin’ lines
perfect the aim, refine, you should be fearin’ this state of mine
this here religion, i’m like a lone pagan right?
i’m merely driven to be one of the greats of time
i mean i spend day ‘n’ night here just replacin’ lines
no one’ll delay the tight lyricist state of mind

[verse 2]
bugs to flypaper the way i stick to my guns
you the native militia to my army, what’s your stick to my guns?
minin’ auriferous words as a carnivorous nerd
for this rap sh-t i love, ya heard? on this sh-t i steer ‘n’ then swerve
you best just stick to the curb, you can’t follow my serve
i’ll serve you in front of everyone like you my dinner hors d’oeuvres; burnt
flippin’ sh-t at ‘em again ‘n’ it hurt, evocative pen, it beginnin’ to burst
not talkin’ to people, i live in the work, do not get it reverse, not a gift but a curse
animus as i bust on motherf-ckers, an animal dumpin’ the circ-mspection
a wordsmith yes ‘n’ i flirt with death ‘n’ you sure neglectin’, first, you second
second, i’m first to finish in front of second first, while you lurk in r-ct-ms
you ain’t the sh-t, learn from the best, kid, burnin’ the, purp is the best sh-t
ya purpose irrelevant ‘cause i’m the permanent best kid, workin’ my circuits are revvin’
causing suffering suffrage of a detective; he wonderin’ how i murdered the weapon
i inspect blueprints and then recheck them, construct a-bombs
i’m filled with aplomb, my napalm verbal method
i’d say y’all talkin’ but how amputated your legs is
my sh-t hard and firm as cement, success i sure expect it
your -ss is next b-tch, we do not eat the same, turn ‘em anorexic
‘cause you blurred a standard message, so i prepare a rapper’s deathbed
don’t care about anger directed just tryna be d-mn remembered
as a man who rapped it breathless, took a stand against acceptance
tried his hand against the rest of- them who so pathetic
stuck his hands down in the dirt, just to be credited as the d-mn worst, hands down on earth

- kuz musician lyrics

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