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zilla rocca - on the freak beat lyrics

[zilla rocca]
check my lineage, son check my lineage
double black bottles when i’m penniless
rappers drink that fruity sh+t + apple snapple frappatina sugar glass
diddy sold you citrus vodka, looks like vo5
have a beer, be advised
powder keg, not a sound effect, bought a round of drinks and a pound of flesh
cassette just like a ruger shoot, suited up with ill repute
i don’t go to church and i don’t fill the pews
i don’t owe you dirt, i don’t feel accused
i don’t come up short like philip hughes
i’m raymond chandler up jacob’s ladder
ray manzerick, don’t play with actors
hold the hammer like bas+m+nt crashers
blame my father, he made me dapper
before d+ck whitman split sh+t, vic sage
with the hoodie like a ringwraithe, sam goody back in tenth grade, get paid
there’s something to be said about a boy and his brains
there’s something to be said about a boy and his brains
i said it, i said it, i said it, let’s get it

[hook]
not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
on the freak beat with the lights out
not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
on the freak beat with the lights out
not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
on the freak beat with the lights out
heart going, chest heaving, we listen, you speak it
one for you, one for me, one for you, one for me
one for you, one for me, on the freak beat
one for you, one for me, one for you, one for me
heart going, chest heaving, we listen, you speak it
[doseone]
life so much no longer surprised adam
unless i form hard rights on all my majoring mind habits
hop off my human+sized hyenna, drag baggage and ash out
on a face full of sunset, slowing the roar off my chest
full of generally civil unrest, little invest, riddles my meth
nodding effects, my crack coded relationship with sh+t that spills ink
leaving the barb lion plaques of how i think or don’t these days
rapping pays very little in the greater scheme of humans doing it per square inch on the internet
i wonder if in recent times he has become less window to heaven
real talk: i like my presidents dead
few weeks ago white lady told me i’m allergic to bread
i of course blame the cops, one percent in water wet deep with debt
i duel debt to death, then back again and
burlap sacks full of the flesh i took, the best i hoped
as in a merch booth lost in tough, about how complex the human eye is
no one ever enjoys with a mic did
rappers get all the credit
you go to see a lion, not the animal they fed it, f+ck texas
life is an overdriven ballet of b+n+lity and critical exits
that’s right i said it + f+ck texas

- zilla rocca lyrics

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