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syphondf - the martyr lyrics

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i had an epiphany, i would fight out of my misery
then use my words as artillery
i would care less what they think of me
if they would look at me differently
not just as physically but look at me lyrically
notice there’s no line of symmetry
only a line that discerns from what isn’t me
how will i take over the industry?
secrets to hide, who will hide more?
sometimes i rhyme too hard call it rhyme core
they all know i used to have a narrow mind
now the vision is more wide than suicide doors
i do not need a glock just to end threats
blinded with rage on the mic, it’s a red mess
i said i had big dreams so they then slept
dream so scary it’s gone leave your whole bed wet
restless rapping fast is the way i express
to stay fly they know that i’m jet-set
sorry mom and dad, what do you expect
your boy still gonna do rap on his deathbed
i gotta keep spitting fire like a flamethrower
they should all take cover while we take over
and we try a stay high but we ain’t stoners
started from the bottom climbed the mountain like a range rover

(chorus x1)
no matter what money will never measure success
you cannot buy your respect
all of those dollars will never buy you common sense
when all the problems commence
stolen the flow and then go in the zone with the pen
here comes the poet again
the martyr from sparta will keep it 300 percent
or will keep you in suspense

spat a rhyme just to p-ss the time
said i had a bone to pick don’t be surprised when i crack your spine
craft a rap from this m-ssive mind
it’s unfortunate that for me to be sharper i have to grind
i stay blunt that’s what you can’t fathom i’m
so dope that i turn up at the traffic lights
y’all are dim witted but i have to shine
you think you running the game but you running out of time
i’m so fly every track i just glide yo
and if you want me dead get in line bro
or else you done messed up like a typo
always at war when i write, no ride home
i’m swimming in these haters i might drown
just because one day i’ll be icebound
but i just wanna write down man for crying out loud
just make like mario, pipe down
like steam i know y’all mist me
but now its like a backed up toilet cause it seems to be
escalating quite quickly
‘guess i gotta step up to the mic again and spit the
bars that make you envy
so you write a diss to try offend me
y’all know i play the game you’re looking at the mvp
bars are ammo i have plenty
so it’s a fact that i always spit it automatic like a sentry
man i’m never empty
better watch where you stepping
a step to me is in the wrong direction
calm collected when i get on the set
go through the roof but ain’t left the building yet
we who you’d call a threat but don’t call unless
your song is dead we locked and let the bodies drop on the desk
we gone we on a jet that’s one f-cking tough act to follow next

(chorus x1)
no matter what money will never measure success
you cannot buy your respect
all of those dollars will never buy you common sense
when all the problems commence
stolen the flow and then go in the zone with the pen
here comes the poet again
the martyr from sparta will keep it 300 percent
or will keep you in suspense

i don’t steal bars i’m not a kidnapper
i take no prisoners i just k!ll rappers
who says i do this for the thrill
that’s a side effect in 10 years i’ll still matter
i pull up that skrrt i ain’t talking rape
got a new style lyrics be stopping fakes
i’m sick to the core with a rotting brain
but they still tryna copy me like a mockingjay
emmanuel is the one who got me in this
tell me how to rap when we were just beginners
and now we both in the race and we gotta finish
but i don’t wanna come last like soggy biscuit
you are sadder than a stray crippled pet
and they say that i am simple yet
can’t be beaten by any form of nicorette
because i’m your girls bad habit like a cigarette

(chorus x1)
no matter what money will never measure success
you cannot buy your respect
all of those dollars will never buy you common sense
when all the problems commence
stolen the flow and then go in the zone with the pen
here comes the poet again
the martyr from sparta will keep it 300 percent
or will keep you in suspense



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