tenn buick - diamond in the rough lyrics
[intro: v1rian]
the world won’t let me be…
[verse 1: tenn buick]
sold my soul to the devil
but i’m the devil’s right hand
self-dealing on another level
got the demons in my band
but i don’t play the fiddle
i just fiddle with this pen when i don’t know what to scribble
‘cause i’m caught up in the middle, old school new school
what they tryna hear man? i’m tryna solve the riddle
ed nigma on the mic, while i’m caught up in the civil
conflict, with no hope in sight, not even a little
do they pay attention to the lyrics that i write?
to the wordplay? i swear man it keeps me up at night
and i can’t sleep, it’s time for armageddon
and i’m more tense than the past future and the present
only takes a second for you to hit the skip b-tton
and treat my punchlines like they ain’t nothin’
i got triple, quadruple entendres
and n0body gives a f-ck, man what happened to this genre?
the new era’s upon ya, and i ain’t talkin’ fitted hats
before i get attacked, no i ain’t spittin’ bitter raps
i’mma clarify that i ain’t knockin’ anybody
but my soul is an anachronism, i don’t know if it adapts (does it?)
well of course it does, and if it doesn’t i’mma force it
‘cause my flow is tighter than a torso in a f-ckin’ corset
whatever climate, any ladder i’mma climb it
you don’t like it better throw me off
‘cause i’mma die before i forfeit
[hook: v1rian]
when the rain falls it pours
and though the weather changes…
it’s me you can’t ignore
like a diamond in the rough
few and far between
the world won’t let me be
[verse 2: tenn buick]
they want you on the same sh-t, hate you if you flowin’ different
i hear about the drama but i’m so indifferent
it’s true grit like i got the coen’s vision
you might f-ck around and hear your favorite rappers goin’ missin’
i ain’t playin by these lame rules
mc of a different cl-ss, we ain’t in the same school
hard knocks grad, t-ssle to the left
steve rogers with the homies, frank castle to the rest
skull up on my chest, and now i’m wagin’ warfare
only thing i split is wigs, what the f-ck is your share?
got my own lane, music always true to me
everyone that doubted me, they’re soon to be saluting me
spittin’ fire’s nothin new to me, i been this way
you a f-ckin’ imitator, you could never innovate
you ain’t got no f-ckin’ bars, you ain’t got a thing to say
you are not a rapper, you were planted by the industry
is your money really green? that’s the chlorophyll
i’m an mc ready, ’bout to go to war until
i murdered every f-ckin’ beat and i ain’t no got more to k!ll
f-ck if y’all are ready, here i come, i’m on my lauryn hill
and when the rain falls, it f-ckin’ pours now
opportunity could knock, me i’m kickin’ doors down
’bout to fill my p-ssport and go on tour now
t-e-doube-n i bring da ruckus up in your town
[hook: v1rian]
[outro: v1rian]
no the world won’t let me be
the world won’t let me be
no the world won’t let me be
no the world won’t let me be
no the world won’t let me be
no the world won’t let me be
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