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son anthony - firefly lyrics

rapping til my mouth is like freud’s in his last days
for reference he smoked cigars so often that his mouth was like an ash tray
cassius clay dip game when it came to projectiles
and fastidious care when preparing a raid aimed
to invade then berate suckas claiming they terrorized the industry
meanwhile my lemonade stand has generated millions
after the free samples haven’t quite quenched the thirst
of those parched out in the desert that are practically deserted
as if turning my concerns into profits would be worth it
i’d be rolling in the dough instead of papers that are worthless
scr+ping for atonement since my itinerary’s limited
then savoring the moment after learning i’m forgiven
maybe that’ll be my guiding light
to save me from this fire fight
that life has dealt this troglodyte to make me choose fight or flight
fireflies are friendly. that kept me not from squashing them
kids do the darnedest thing which is why my karma’s f+cked
even an armored truck is no match against the wrath
a last laugh can carry to run over those in it’s path
so they end up like those lighting bugs. it comes full circle
the tools there help fashion and facilitate virtue
humiliating circumstance arise when living is
your top priority so you’ll dance til the rents due
all these things against you get you going and it’s precious
to see what stress does to make one count their blessings

fresh off the heels of a depressive episode
also i’m afraid to age to look like nikola tesla
those cheek bones need no introduction, no offense
i’ grotesque as it is. i don’t need ageing to mess up
what innocence i have left that’s displayed in my appearance
as affection steers clear of my direction then disappears
i’m haunted by what could of been
i’m hungry for a greeting
i’ve been eating thoughts of prior conversations when i need to
i see these other rappers talking about the same sh+t
in laments terms i’ll break the 4th wall down and sound arrogant
the loudest gets empowered by the way their voice sounds
which is clouding common shrewdness
not uncommon to these clowns
i’ve scrounged for too long, but i’ve no other way to eat
i’ve been siphoning from writtens for ciphers so i compete against
those who far exceed me when it comes to self+confidence
in that department where it is the opposite of opulence
a knock off brand of real poets; thats me
who takes a slock across the head for being bland when answering
son anthony’s is nothing but a title you can spit at
but to hit me is harder for you to drum along to whiplash
slip passed casually when trying to swing
you’re the cowardly lion from oz against ultra instinct
is this thing on? i’ve been trying to communicate
to anyone who’d have me but sadly i am doomed to wait til death

- son anthony lyrics

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