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legible - james buster lyrics

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terrible quality on your recording, why is your audio peaking?
talkin’ is cheap and my wallets are deep like okhotsk and the baltic. i’m leavin.’
no cause or no reason accounts for your sins
imma go out on a limb like a quadripleigic
saw you went off of the deep end and called me mcneely. i’m dodgin and weavin’ the shots that you seem to respond to when feelin’ down trodden and weak now your noggin is leakin’
you ain’t got the schemes and my god are you reachin’
your confidence leaves you all lost in your dreams that you ain’t got a shot at but keep on believing your songs are unique
and you ain’t got a heritage, talked to kathleen
what a marvelous evening for causing a scene and i’m just gettin’ started
tayyyyy you have more plays? wow! those are some great…numbers
you don’t monetize your music, so what difference does it make other than to fuel an ego that can easily deflate?
cause those streams don’t determine your sk!ll yet you still gauge others by the digits at the bottom as you live in fake comfort
then go and say i’m soft when inside you know that you ain’t suffered
i just wait to be discovered
name another that is doin’ it like me, my schemes off the leash
i been chained up for days
alonte james goes by mike tyson?
then i’m the james buster
now you can’t bluff or take cover, too late brother you’ll taste dust
i spray blood on your gray rug- wait
oh geez! if you let me catch ya lackin it’ll be a problem
cold feet? not afraid to hit a lick like spin the bottle
blow trees like a slow breeze. hollow tips make your boy bleed
just be happy that you get tomorrow
so be it, been a long week. imma go deep
your girls tattoo got me barking up the wrong tree and it’s all peach, catch me and blondie next month in long beach
“yo- it’s tay yung. flow so slow i could rap a song before bed and wouldn’t be done fore you wake up
fake thug’s what i am, and i hate that i’m from cf so i act like i came up in compton usa bruh
but zachary i’ve slammed too many of these daiquiris
its fattening so i said that: “on my worst day you wouldn’t be half of me” just to say that i’m overweight casually
i do shows at venues with 50 people and i block out the fact that they laugh at me
i’m trash with schemes, i extend my words so bad-aly
several lines bout k!llin’ this guy cause all these multi syllable rhymes are too challenging
his talent exceeds so i better write something ‘bout how i’m too good to reply to his song so if i say he ain’t worth my time then i’ll have an excuse for when i can’t respond
i value my life off the plays on a website that he doesn’t even promote
i speak in one tone and i hide my insecurities in rap, now leave me alone”
good god what on earth’s wrong with you?
such a small issue, i did not diss you
name drops after sayin’ i got nothing against you making songs isn’t cause for complaint, this can not continue
with that big head i could not miss you
rappin songs that the crowd is not into, you would think you’re at the wrong venue
caught so many bodies that i blow my nose on scar tissue uh
but let’s review what he said:
i’m a clout chaser with no fans, old address, my dads name, his wack plays, he raps great, i’m weak cause i lack fame
wow man so groundbreaking
you mad tay? bad day?
send you up to heaven like a match made
you’re upset that you lost both rounds no castrate
and my flow is wack? real creative, hold it back
you know it’s the end of the road when not one of your songs are as culdesac (cold as zach)
to get his degree, alonte had to order an enormous hat from his soundcloud cause it’s mostly cap
never done a show i’d rather wait ‘till i’m more than an opening act
so what? i rap for a hobby and take what i get- you rap for a living and don’t have a fan base
all of these shows and you’re just on one platform, soundcloud ain’t getting no plays on the airwaves
i’m on apple music, spotify, tidal, pandora, and everything else that this man ain’t. y’all are lost
never needed ammo i know what a hollow cost, is anne frank?
ever wonder what she does behind your back?
had to slide in that
the first diss you made and you didn’t know that you really had to write your last
the time gon p-ss now bite my style, i’ll bite you back
deny the fact your rhymes are flat like the dyk- you smash, and call a wife
too bad she doesn’t know you’re a f-g that literally gets his eyebrows waxed
wow! fresh out of college and raps bout his money with decades of debt and he tries to rap old school and thinks it’ll get him some edge of respect
uh oh you should invest in insurance so that maybe next time you drive your license doesn’t have to get suspended again
you pay for shows and no one cares to listen
went to college just to work at planet fitness? huh?
you work for a gym, what a life!
who said the limits the sky?
ambition still thrives! you did it!
“yes sir i’ll set your tanning bed for 2 minutes!”
struggle to fill all your pages, i have to restrict what i write and i’ve never been reppin’ for brittain with pride so i won’t be that sad on the joyous day your queen elizabeth dies
yeah but i’m flyer than allegiant
i said i’m the best in this city, i mean it
i could go to your place of work and pee on your equipment and you’d have to clean it
but this battle is effortless and the school sport you went out for, all pinned on those mats in the sweat is just masking the fact that your battle with depression is something that you always happen to wrestle with
but to get back on topic, never made a dollar off of rap for profit
there’s a difference tween not promoting my past drops to you pushing your mixtapes to go somewhere and haven’t got it
never lackin’ caution
dumpin’ magazines no catalogue
improving myself you improve my odds
theres room for growth but you ain’t got room to talk
he’s too cool to respond i guess
goin’ for alonte’s neck
jeez your production is cancerous
you better plan to quit and get the candles lit
playing golf is the only time you land a hit
i’ll out rap you, i’ll out spit you, i’ll out sing you, i out dissed you, i out barred you, i’ll out produce you, i’m count dooku
the cloud you use is base level
thought you would’ve at least found youtube
you won’t reply? great!
now you can’t refute the win i got my way
hit a bad nerve, thanks for letting me get the last word

“ah man…you underestimated natural greatness
and you took 20 days then dropped a 5 min song just to tell me i’m not worth your time…
i packed in 10 times as much as you and we both rapped for 5 min
and the sad thing is, you’re honestly the best one out of everyone i listed. and look what happened. maybe you should stick to golfing
oh and you have “status” now
your 200 followers on soundcloud is “status”
dang you’re just too cool. i’ll see you at the gym tomorrow, make sure my lockers clean f-ggot”

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