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tay sean - i guess lyrics

[verse 1]
un+anointed, self+appointed
kings of clones, charicatures
feeble hoes unfit to serve
the weakest thrones, from which you perch
each his poems more sick than yours
no medicines, no instant cures
no hex, no hymn can’t life the curse
you’d better get some different swerve
irreverent and immature
the excrement your lips procure
a rhetoric of simps, and surely
eloquence has skipped your turn
your temperament is insecure
attention, yes, a b+tch’s thirst
you represent a wicked work
of benefit to misters, sirs
swallow all the sh+t they serve
follow just the simplest urges
life’s a b+tch, who hit it first?
you’ll never get what’s in her purse
your gang is just some strength in numbers
your game? ages 8 and under
you’re lame and unimpressive lover
your cake never stretchin rubber
your drugs is just your fashion statement
your thug? an exaggeration
your love the same as m+st+rbation
your raps lack imagination
your image is some movie actin
your niche is in a beauty pageant
your b+tch is an aspiring ratchet
your snitchin’, an undying habit
your social life is a popularity contest, at best
your dope and vices a constant therapy process, jah bless
and they claim that they ascended, i’m offended
cuz what they represented wasn’t sevens
and they say they stay suspended, they pretendin (that ain’t fly)
we all in the same dimension, they forgetting (but we try)

[verse 2]
pseudo+swaggin, quasi+posi
pundits of the posin
the public’s spoken
babylon’s incumbents have been chosen
ya ain’t never bossy, anti+flossy
fakers of the funk
just flavors of the month
cause you’s a dranker of the punch, ooh
your persona is a parody
your ego is embarrassing
your ethos is of pharisees
your credo lacks sincerity
your steelo don’t compare to him
your intellect, a barren tree
your pimpin’ is a charity
your b+tch is always where we be
your loyalty is a bandwagon
your friendship is a transaction
your poems are personal me parties
your turn up is a tea party
your all good is a falsehood in the flesh, a mess
i guess that’s what they callin fresh, i guess
does the shoe fit?
what’s the movement?
where they do this?
is this the new sh+t?

- tay sean lyrics

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