Bwahahahaha
Ayo, i just wanna thank y’all for listening to this ep!
You know what i’m saying? it’s the grandmaster x!
Yo, peep my boy, lod on this last song, man
He on is… last call type stuff, yo
Yeah
Been doing alot of thinking the past few months…
Been angry at alot of stuff that’s been going on
My mind has been reduced to
Nothing but a writing machine
And now i want to see the world burn
Coming in dead last
Everybody asks me where my head’s at
Well not in the clouds, just forget that
It’s beneath the ground writing hit raps
Such as hitback and this track
Man, it’s pitch black, the darkness in my head says to list facts
Well, here i go again, spitting diss tracks
I’m all i have left, and then half will get sent to you know where
Now, deja vu, every day i prove
That i came to rule, put a shame to you
Called names in school, called names by fools
Speak the naked truth, never say i’m cool
But i freeze on the spot when the beat hits a stop
When i go to record and i speak from the top
I believe in my god, but belief goes so far
I’d reach for the stars but can’t reach that beyond
I hate how i’m perceived
A lazy amateur rapper who’s not always on the beat
They don’t look at things that i have achieved
They expect me to be great like i got the keys
Like i got money, martin luther king
I had a dream
That y’all thinks obscene
Lalalala
Lalalala
(catch up, people!)
Am i still the typical lyrical miracle rapper who hasn’t changed one bit?
Rhyming the syllables so unoriginal like individuals thinking they spit
Why you so critical over my lyrics bro? hating on me like i was your kids
Man i’m a general, yet i’m so pitiful, bigger fish in the hole than what you fish
I’m gonna turn it around, switch up the sound
Of my voice when i rap. are you listening now?
Am i killing the crowds with the sickness in mouth
Was that all a dream? i was sleep on the couch?
Ill make anyone proud or gain any amount of fame and some clout
Or remain in the drought of being broke as an artist
Know it’s the hardest thing to do when nobody likes you when you’re starting
So, lemme spit these sick lyrics with this it is critics that will hate on this flow
My hit list is missing pricks in ipswich, england sure that’s filler, bro
I might strangle a prick’s neck til it’s triangular, up
I’m an angler, fishing for my break for a buck
Sure call lod salty, i’m better when i’m tensed
Overdosed on my own supply
Guess i’m better if i’m dead. “oh that doesn’t rhyme!”
I don’t care what’s been said. since i’m a plain rapper, i’ll kamikaze on your head
Kamikaze on your head
(yo, you know how we do it here. yo, lod! keep going!)
Even rapping makes no sense
A dollar here, a dollar there, i want a gold benz
My story is beginning and the show ends
When you show up and clap both hands
Even rapping makes no sense
A dollar here, a dollar there, i want a gold benz
My story is beginning and the show ends
When you show up and clap both hands
Ever since the pandemic started
I wrote with my pen retarded
Lyrics and first it was demented garbage
But now it’s like i invented darwin
Evolved into some aggressive artist
That’s friends with samad
I gotta focus on going to an impressive college
Having all my fans at concerts
(catch up, people!)
Sick of being under labels
Sick of the demons and people believing
I’ll never be good enough to be a beacon
Kinda like jesus, wanting the freedom
But now y’all just cross me, nailing my feet and
My hands and my arms, i’d rather dance in the dark
Then deal with these idiots, blatant retards
Fencing the yard to banish the dogs
Who left me to rot, i replenished my heart
You’re embarrassed at all of the jealously thoughts
I start on my own, the next biggie and pac
And i’m dealing with this stupid vanilly hip-hop
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Light of Destiny Lyrics – Dead Last