[Verse 1 Jack The Spitter] I do it Bitch i aint new to this, but i aint familiar with The bitches and the label shit, you try to label this? Spitter acquit the rap game i make sense No money, hungry still, nothing pills cant fix Im crazy as shit, just check the number on my wrist I think im at like 13, another check Fuck the plumbers, im the real bummer, flushing out shit I cleanse clans of their wackness with a mic whip I never meant to come off as braggadocios I got low self worth spit stink, halitosesridden sink Throwing up every night, too much drink Too much weed, too much things, keeping jack away from dreams From the bathroom floor its like i see it all The tile tat on my face show how im feeling ugh I never rapped for the pay, keep it all Out my face, need a new tape, living for rates And the chains, its degrading And yeah im looking to invest, i aint complaining im only saying That the complacency of every wannabe on every station Giving kids, like me, the drive, is now a damn myth Wanna spit wanna make money quick Want to make mama proud with a hit, but its not so simple Can i live? Get your stuff in a box, im fired from the real world Okay when fires in my vox Im stupid as shit, but keep the game on lock Im trying not to spit, for now jackson just want to talk I want to disregard whether im made or im not And excel to the point the drop feel longer than the top I want to know ive made it, want to hear the applause Want to feel what real fame is, yes lord Want my spirit to be bigger than the stacks or the frauds Because in the end, the money ima burn before im gone And i dont rap I do it [Verse 2 Jakob] Im so used to watching Girls dancing for the hell of it In need a fine girl Maybe even a chobit Biting down quicker Soul eater swallowing whole Pieces of sushi for later Leave her knees weaker than sneakers Now hold up give me a sec Having hot sex to BECK Spending time with her Longer than I spend my checks Smoking my cigarettes And if you couldnt tell Im fast and high tech Im Ghost in the shell I hope youve enjoyed The sick rhymes I deploy Gotta catch a plane Ill See ya later space cowboy Spit rhymes thicker than blood Plus the tension is crud Get bitches for just Being above And while I might of been dazed By a similar phrase The tension Ive raised Am I lost or is my spirit away And theres a lot of fruits in my basket Hatchet lyrics just shut up and Pass it, a cig That I match with And while Im darker than black I could chow down Smoking down sacks With ramen 1 and a half Im all that And while Im stuck in the past Had to get it off my chest Puttin magic in rhymes Full metal alchemist Ride her like the seas Going sailor as the moon Got a girl I even fuck with Firestart a takune About girls in uniform I know they take it far Floatin through the sky I need a lucky star
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