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midknyte - silent waters lyrics

[verse 1]
now, within the first word on this verse
you will hear “this sh+t is worse than what i put out before”
i wipe ‘em down and put sh+t to the floor
i’ll drop and give ‘em more, oh
just listen, i know this a diss
but i’m not dissin’
chris and vedu, neo
take the p+ss in
the pots, all they got
is fake beef started on net
ain’t me so they darted on tec
they hate me, they marked it on checks
so i watch ‘em fall and drop to their necks
what will be their next
a ex friend? sayin’ that wasn’t their best hand
and they can do the rest planned
you ain’t a man
you a little boy dealt with the wrong hand
you got alt accounts as yo fans
your feats and your burners is only watchin’
gettin’ paid for fake streams, ‘till they knock sh+t, uh
but you don’t wanna pop it
you don’t wanna stop it
take accountability
but you can’t knock it
and then there goes your life
you live in ohio, athens
yo name is chris sparks
i need patience
how the f+ck is someone from the planes
ain’t gonna take this
lightly, it’s super painless, might leave
for someone nameless, highly
‘cause that same diss is fameless
most were bots and the server
i’ll aim this to ya head
now take this as your dead
wigga
[chorus]
i’ve be feelin’ kinda testi
my gun weigh, but my arms are hefty
every bar i drop is heavy
better run them 1s, you ready?
mike tyson, yea, b+tch, you better be steady, yea
i’ve be feelin’ kinda testi
my gun weigh, but my arms are hefty
every bar i drop is heavy
better run them 1s, you ready?
mike tyson, yea, b+tch, you better be steady

[verse 2]
now, i’m take you on a different route
how can someone be what this isn’t about
cap rap, a fake persona
tampaxes, yea that ain’t a loner
you a poser
setting cars on fire, better phone her
how are you a neo+n+z+ to your own race?
somehow you’re not indian, you’re fake
sayin’ you’re a person of color
is like sayin’ black is with drake
you wanna taste of the fame
i haven’t dropped a song in days
you haven’t dropped a song in 4 months
how is that the same?
dropped the pre+sequel as a joke
you want ww3, now you gon’ cope
i’ve done seen it all, i won’t choke
it’s better to lie than have to have false hope
y’all been doin’ this since 5 years
bringin’ wisdom, being humble with ‘em, my peers
talkin’ smack and talkin’ cr+p is grindin’ my gears
erruptin’ my ears
who’s gonna listen to a copy of ruby da cherry
movin’ is scary
especially when you’re in a crack house
argued with dad’s spouse
now you’re choosin’ who to marry
shootin’ crack in yo bones
talkin’ smack on yo phone
you feelin’ weary
now that pistol you got yo head
is kinda feelin’ scary
yea
[chorus]
i’ve be feelin’ kinda testi
my gun weigh, but my arms are hefty
every bar i drop is heavy
better run them 1s, you ready?
mike tyson, yea, b+tch, you better be steady, yea
i’ve be feelin’ kinda testi
my gun weigh, but my arms are hefty
every bar i drop is heavy
better run them 1s, you ready?
mike tyson, yea, b+tch, you better be steady

[verse 3]
as this songs concludes
each verse is like a different mood
one is carin’, second is direct
it’s apparent that you ain’t goin’ at my neck
beggin’ me to drop, and now you hurt
told you time again, i’m the one who lurks
i’m the one who’ll burn
anyone in my way, i’ll say, i’ll make you yearn
power trips, yea my energy is k!llin’ ya
perfect soldier, yea i’m feelin’ up
grande saved yo asses
rapper, yea you need classes
being a prod ain’t bad
‘till you start calling every other rapper trash
how you comparing and callin’ people bums?
they rap, sing and you sit and make drums
funny, ain’t it?
you can sit and talk sh+t and hate it
cope more, mad because you faded
whine, ‘cause mothaf+cka, we made it
all i want for christmas
is to put these b+tches off my hit list
talk ‘em down and it’s stiffness
real sh+t as a pill get
yea, it’s business
it’s bad for you i get it
throwin’ venomous words
some are critics and some are acidic
some are mad and some are b+tches
some is sad to never learn civics
this life ain’t no gimmick
go hate yo image
say you trapped within it
get that image, yea image
grab a fennec and say it’s envisioned
just like santa says you’re a hoe
it’s related ‘cause it’s y’all both
envy with k!ll you in this game
ego will make you not take the blame
lies will make you a lame
and hate will make you be the same
or you can change
make that negatives fuel for your reign
inner all that pain
and channel that into ya brain
output that to words that’s not plain
keep doin’ that ‘till you get fame
[chorus]
i’ve be feelin’ kinda testi
my gun weigh, but my arms are hefty
every bar i drop is heavy
better run them 1s, you ready?
mike tyson, yea, b+tch, you better be steady, yea
i’ve be feelin’ kinda testi
my gun weigh, but my arms are hefty
every bar i drop is heavy
better run them 1s, you ready?
mike tyson, yea, b+tch, you better be steady

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