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mic righteous - nothing hurts more lyrics

(verse 1)
yeah, i’ve been up for four days
i’m in here; f+ck the foreplay
i’ve never come here for fame
i march like my tour dates
you try rapping, but it ain’t your thing; this ain’t your forte
i’ve been dodging them court dates
i knew santan dave before drake
you man are sweet like chocolate sorbet
you want the war games till your jaw breaks, and now your jaw’s broke
what’s it for, bro? everybody needs a good smack; it’s foretold
not everybody needs a podcast or a talk show
and if you talk about me, you better talk in morse code
and if i smack you in the face, it would be pure jokes
so many poor souls are brain dead, so i go talk slow, just so this could make sense
try not to react, but every day i cave in
i’m trying to relax, but my hands are full like cavemen
i got to pay rent, then i got meetings all day with the demons in my brain till i slay them
send them to heaven. like amen
wait, who are you when your days end, when you’re laying in bed, watching horror fl!cks on the back of your eyelids like your name’s wes craven?
what’s your head craving? what’s your heart hearing?
does your mind wonder? does your mind veer off ’cause you can’t steer it?
these rappers hear my sh+t like, “turn it off, i can’t hear it,” ’cause deep down they can’t best it, they can’t test it, they can’t near it
now you’re reaping what you sow
i’m creeping on the low; the chimney sweeper’s back, i’m cleaning up the road, the grim reaper of rap, feeding off your soul
if you ain’t tryna eat, then you can leave like off you go
i’m in the robe; i’m taking meetings on the phone, getting money, doing features from my home
where were you when i was on a deep one, wearing the same clothes like it’s gotta be done?
you weren’t really there; yeah, i gotta speak up
you only wanna know me ’cause i’m on the speaker
i say, you ain’t really there; yeah, i gotta speak up ’cause you only wanna know…
just ban a spliff, and shut your lips, you f+cking pr+ck
ay, you know sometimes you just gotta say, f+ck it, this is f+cking sh+t
(chorus)
just shut your lips and bun a spliff, you f+cking b+tch (f+ck this)
just shut your lips and bun a spliff, you f+cking b+tch (ay ay ay, ay ay, just f+ck this)
just shut your lips and bun a spliff, you f+cking b+tch (just say f+ck it, just say f+ck it, just say f+ck it, b+tch)
just shut your lips and bun a spliff, you f+cking b+tch

(verse 2)
yo, i’m growing old
hold a minute, let him cook, low and slow
you know the code, you know the coup
the whole world’s run by ___ you know it’s true, and if that bar makes me anti+semitic, then so are you, and if i’m going to h+ll, you’re going too
what’s going on, humanity’s going wrong, too selfish to share, too busy to care what you’re going through
look how they use celebrities to control the youth; we need jesus, we need mohammed, and noah too
look how we be on social media with the lowest views
there’s no excuse to be so infused with this phone i use
trust, you know the vibe whenever mic is in the vocal booth
now i’m producing and so much i’ve got to show and prove
somehow i got to level up, but you just know i do
somehow i got to find a way to make this flow improve
i won’t release if i don’t release some emotion too
what hurts is every verse is me nursing an open wound
but they be waiting on my return and it’s overdue, like

i’m nowhere near done
who are you when you’re alone and no one hears you?
and the blood from your heart is rushing past your eardrums, and everyone you know and everything you own’s a mirror?
so when you’re up at night, don’t wonder why no one cares much in an era, but propaganda is just so much clearer
and we’re just puppets on the string of the fingertips of the puppeteer controlling us with fear at their local theatre
and that’s the harsh reality of life; it scares you
and one day everybody’s gonna die, so cheer up
where do we go from here? it’s so familiar; men that couldn’t shed a tear from their soulless tear duct dictating which countries your soldiers tear up with open airstrikes and run away with every resource before the smoke can clear up
it’s fair, right? it’s enough to make you choke and tear up
you don’t know despair; there’s some areas on earth we just won’t repair
i thought the world’s worst terrorist was tony blair, then netanyahu entered the chat like hold my beer
performs a genocide that’s televised and no one’s spared
but it’s happening over there, so over here, no one cares, yeah, no one cares that kids are dying in the congo just so you can have a phone to stare at
it’s been a minute and i’ve grown some years, gained some wisdom, and i’ve grown a beard
i’ve got a feeling the end of the road is near
i know you’re scared that at this rate our extinction is only fair, be it a world war, or a solar flare
prime hydration’s probably sponsoring the whole affair
so roll on the apocalypse ’cause a bottle of chemicals will probably help you swallow it in a couple of pills is all it takes for you to wallow in the pits of despair
i’ll be here with a spliff in my ear like
(chorus)
just shut your lips and bun a spliff, you f+cking b+tch (f+ck this)
just shut your lips and bun a spliff, you f+cking b+tch (ay ay ay, ay ay, just f+ck this)
just shut your lips and bun a spliff, you f+cking b+tch (just say f+ck it, just say f+ck it, eh, say f+ck it, b+tch)
just shut your lips and bun a spliff, you f+cking b+tch

(verse 3)
look, i can hear mother earth mourn, and nothing hurts more
my stomach turns as i’m just f+cking a raw, i’m a worm in the dirt, i’m a government p+wn
f+ck a verse when a word doesn’t work to reverse all the suffering caused; we all struggle in court
probably on the verge of another world war
said you want to help; what the f+cking h+ll for?
never asked to be born, all innocent as children
i’m from a long line of immigrants and pilgrims, all we inherit’s our parents’ mental illness
that’s realness

that’s it, i’m done

- mic righteous lyrics

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