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voss – vanity plates lyrics

here in the flesh with beer on his breath
keep tryna do right but life’s steerin’ me left
ain’t found a theory for the conspiracy yet
but i’mma mix these herbs’ blood with my tears and my sweat
pirouette around the snares with rare sheer finesse
sleepers feel regret that they didn’t hear ’em yet
got these wright brothers mad at a leer jet
speed breakin’ peers’ necks, tellin’ me to fear vets?
f-ck a veteran, i oughta be respectin’ ’em
when he’s just another old fossil that i’m better than?
it’s funny that how i choose to dress
got these dummies starin’ at me like i grew some br–sts
who’s the best? as if you should guess, none of these fools can test
hungry for the capital…budapest
no way that the movement is stoppin’
as if you couldn’t tell from all the clues that i’m droppin’
time to make a play, i’m usin’ my options
spittin’ to the rhythm of opportunity knockin’
optimist or pessimist? i meet in the middle
stand tall through the years of being belittled
almost bit my tongue off keepin’ it civil
while these jerkoffs say i’m speakin’ in riddles
i ain’t explainin’ what i’m sayin’ to the laymans
start breakin’ down my statements now and earn your education
you don’t like it only cause you gotta work for it
pick any type of feeling, bet i got a verse for it
the beat’s sick, i’m just makin’ it worse for it
sorry has, you gon’ have to call a he-rs- for it
k!llin’ it…yeeain’t findin’ survivors
the rap game’s wilder and pryor
brother and a gringo from the dos uno cinco
white marvin with the bars and black ringo with the cymbals
peep how the lingo match the tempo
linin’ up, plain and simple like a winning game of bingo
or connect 4, perfect score
ain’t 2 other m-th-f-ckas who deserve it more
i’m biggin’ has-lo up till has blow up
diss him we got beef b-tch…taco trucks
voss go nuts, almonds and cashews
macadamias, all cause i have to
so there’s a method to the madness
betterin’ my status, no impression of me’s average
they either hate me or love me
it’s ironic that the haters catch vapors cause they ain’t gonna touch me
internet opinions? ain’t interested in ’em
i could be the second coming and these pr-cks’ll never listen
you can’t see what i offer ya?
quit starin’ at the monitor, that sh-t affects your vision
“with that stiff voice you’ll never make hits, boy!”
so? i put grammys in the same league as kid’s choice
you feel good talkin’ bout my vocal tone
i’mma feel good makin’ tour buses mobile homes
gettin’ cheddar…stackin’ up the provolone
till my muhf-ckin’ tax bracket is in oprah’s zone
i’m jokin’ homie, the dollar don’t control me
but i gotta bring the bacon home, no baloney
and sip success, the sweetest nectar
nevertheless, i’m tryna keep together
whatever’s the best, i’m tryna be even better
need some pleasure from a woman lookin’ like regina spektor
or rosario dawson, the bars are so awesome
never stretched, voss is no dhalsim
they ask what i’m so arrogant for
can’t aim for the moon if i stare at the floor
whatever ammo you’ve got, i’m carryin’ more
preparin’ for war…what’s the comparisons for?
i’m me…they got a fill-in-the-blank style
i’m lappin’ marathons and they still on they 8th mile
there’s a difference between influenced and bitin’
you ain’t doin’ it right if it ain’t new and excitin’
creative henchmen that stay inventin’
genuine dope, keep hope and make connections
the most social loner, like a rolling stoner
get to the gig on time but i ain’t goin’ sober
and i better get my dough from the show promoter
or i’ll tell his wife to blow my b-n-r when i motorboat her
yeah…and that’s the type of sh-t i’m on
see these clowns gettin’ on when i know i’m doper
try to hold composure when you got no exposure
and all you got was f-ckin’ props when the show was over
i know i sound cynical and jaded
but this the way we’ll still be thinkin’ when we make it
the has-lo and voss show, tune in
brainstorm brewin’, hope you brought yo’ poncho
turn puddles to lakes, makin’ what we wanna make
and if we fail, that’s a risk we gonna take
and if you catchin’ z’s, that’d be a dumb mistake
actually a travesty, catch up, i ain’t gonna wait
evolved beyond this planet of apes
at a faster pace than the rats that ran in this race
never needed n0body to handle my weight
or guarantees you can share with me man, cause i’m straight
keep a close eye on the hands that i shake
discretion is a blessin’ and family trait
believe in hard work, not that what happens is fate
now follow these words like they vanity plates

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