s&k - quarter line lyrics
story time
what the f-ck even is a quarter line
there ain’t no touch on this phone of mine
mind switching back and forth, borderline
i’ve done things that are called a crime
but almost everyone has, so i’m solid, fine
i’m living happy at this point of time
no expression, i’m avoiding mime
they try to jack me of my own style
imma k!ll ‘em, without a proper trial
they look up to me, like i’m an idol
but i don’t think i deserve that t-tle
i put a rifle through your spinal cord
?announcing my arrival, kick in the final door?
this rap game is a suicidal war
what you all starting riots for?
just keep quiet this is survival, or
you’ll be put in the lion’s den
i’ll keep rapping till my dying end
they think they’re records, but they’re buying sins
they follow the mainstream, they’re riding d-cks
i guess i’m gonna be the one fighting them
imma spit fire, ’till i’m a fire bender
karma’s a b-tch, i’m the guy who send her
you all put yourself at the center
of the universe, but you better surrender
‘cuz when i’m cleaning up, i ain’t tender
i’ll put all you b-tches in my big -ss blender
and see what comes out, certainly no inventors
what the f-ck even is a ghost writer
all these fake b-tches got me f-cking tired
an authentic game is all i desire
just put out the sh-t that you, yourself like
and came up with, i’m earning buckets
of respect, all you b-tches can suck it
this ain’t no f-ck sh-t, i ain’t got lucky
i’m working my -ss off to get this running
you feel reluctant to share you money
with all the people you love
that sh-t for me make you a punk b-tch
sorry
i’m getting funky
producer is clyde
and they calling me bonny
i’m the smart one, you are the dummy
you’re nothing but a chubby puppy
lovely, f-ck me, this getting bl–dy
i gotta represent for my country
i put weed and liquor in my body
i apologize, this sh-t gets ugly, honey
n-body knows what te f-ck i am on
not even me
i tend to smoke when i’m alone
por aquí
i gotta turn up my social sk!lls
all i’ve been doing are solo drills
my bars are iron, they’re made of steal
they hot as if i put em on the grill, well
take it easy? h-ll no
i put on laces, you put on velcro
got no wifi on my cellphone
what are you ringing my bell for?
i’m smoking weed and it stops my cell growth
but at least i’m feeling mellow
i am original, you are all echos
b-mping through the crowd, using my elbows
i’m getting numb and i’m dancing to techno
you all mainstream puppets, like elmo
not even alive, i’m in death row
never knew how being alive felt, so
i ain’t afraid of dying
i speak the truth, you go straight to lying
i got a fist and it’s made of iron
they all questioning my state of mind
bye
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