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nlwtherapper - cog in the machine lyrics

verse 1:
yo these people don’t want to listen how will i ever know
if what i’m saying is worth being written down for history to show
unless i practice what i preach and let my confidence grow
stop feeling afraid of failing show my demons the door

why couldn’t i make it…is it because i’m too nice
is it how i’m always optimistic is that my vice?
is that what’s stopping me from going platinum twice
or cause around my neck i don’t wear no ice

maybe that’s the problem i don’t drive a lambo
brag about how i got more guns than rambo
tell you i’m so high i’m on a whole nother channel
and every girl i’m f-cking is your girl she a d-mn ho

clever lyrics aren’t popping
knowledge is uncommon
you just need a dope beat and a rapper whose gone dead in the noggin
nothing smart or enlightening turning your brains rotten
if we keep on this track rap will soon be forgotten

so let’s all take a trip back to the days
of the eminems 50 cents and doctor dres
the ludacris’s jays and nwas
snoop doggy dogg had us feeling in a haze
all the sh-t they would say they would rhyme in their own ways
now everyone’s a copy cat just following the craze
no thought put into their rap too busy thinking about the plays
if they just throw on some autotune and rap like their in a daze

hook:
we’ve got our own voice we’ve got our own story
we’ve got our own guts we’ve got our own glory
said we’ve got our own voice we got our own story
we got our own guts we got ur own glory
i said we got our own voice we got our own story
we got our own guts we got ur own glory
so we’ve got to own our voice we’ve got to own our story
we’ve got to have some guts we’ve got to chase glory

verse 2:
nowadays there’s a mold to most rap
but i’m not gonna fit it
please i think i’ll just be me every hour every minute
if i can’t be free i should probably just quit it
and say r i p guess my dreams were a figment

maybe my skin is far too pale a pigment
perhaps my life is just too pure and innocent
but maybe from my words a few can benefit
i won’t confine to the mold and speak illiterate

be just another cog in the f-cking machine
rap bout money b-tches weed we need a new theme
follow in mr king’s steps we all had a dream
but let our sorrows wash it away and send it downstream

traded it for money even just a loan
so we can afford the newest house car and phone
but we gotta pay it back to the industry cause they own
every piece of our soul signing contracts with a demon
so happy to get a deal while they sit in their tower scheming
don’t deal with the devil he’s always ahead of your level
you’ll never get even like steven you’ll be left barely breathing
heathens will leave you heaving and crying alone

[outro]
grind us till we fit like a cog in the machine
then spit us out like we aren’t even human beings
i dare to dream a dream of a world where
artists have full control about what they rap and sing

grind us till we fit like a cog in the machine
then spit us out like we aren’t even human beings
i dare to dream a dream of a world where
artists have full control about what they rap and sing

yeah they grind us till we fit like a cog in the machine
then spit us out like we aren’t even human beings
i dare to dream a dream of a world where
artists have full control about what they rap and sing

we’ll grind you til you fitlike a cog in the machine
chew you up and spit you out more robot than being
you can dare to dream a dream but in our world
we’ll always have full control of how you rap and what you sing (evil laugh)

- nlwtherapper lyrics

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