Rod Wave - Take the Blame lyrics

Take the Blame

Rod Wave

GENRE

Rap

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[Intro]
(Sam Thraxx don't miss)
(Popstar Benny)
(Popstar)

[Verse 1]
Looking at my phone ring like where these niggas was in 2014?
Me and my nigga Reem out there plotting on schemes
Plotting on licks and quick ways to get rich
Nigga break in your shit and flip it, Christmas time, we the Grinch
Don't get it twisted, I won't talk about that shit like I miss it
I just thought shit would've been different when we went and got millions
So many ups and downs, a nigga so close to quitting
Then I think about them long nights trapped in the trenches
Reminiscing 'bout baby girl screaming my name
Wishin' shit could've been different, let's rekindle our flamе
I don't never sleep at night, I just lay in the dark
And in thе daytime I have nightmares of you breaking my heart

[Bridge]
Even though we a thousand miles apart
I still feel your scars
Your (Your) scars

[Verse 2]
Thinking 'bout my nigga Brock 'cause a nigga never would've touched him
If I swallowed my pride and let 'em go on the road with his cousin
I'm sorry aunty, I know all of the pain that it caused
I was too young to understand all of the change I could cause
Thinking 'bout my dog locked down in the system
He was only eighteen, they gave my nigga twenty
I know I could've changed or persuaded the way he was living
Now you see I was wondering who waiting for me to come get him

[Pre-Chorus]
First the sun goes down and then the moon comes out
Another day is gone, and then it rain all night long
And I pray that I change my selfish ways
After all I can't, I can't escape

[Chorus]
I'll take the blame for that (I'll take the blame for that, yeah, I'll take the blame for that)
I'll take the blame for that (I'll take the blame for that, I'll take the blame for that)
I'll take the blame for that (I'll take the blame for that, yeah, I'll take the blame for that)
I'll take the blame for that (I'll take the blame for that, yeah, I'll take the blame for that)

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The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem - The Old Orange Flute – Live at Carnegie Hall lyrics

The Old Orange Flute – Live at Carnegie Hall

The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem

GENRE

Pop

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[Intro, Spoken]
Seeing as it's near the 17th of March, we want to extend a hand to our orange brethren... With a black spot on it. you See, in the north of Ireland we have a bunch of fellows called Orangemen. they're fellows that sell oranges. Lemons? Now, this fellow in our hometown, he was an Orangeman

Now, he was going with his girls – He was a catholic, they're the bad fellows and we're the good fellows – they decide to get married, so they got marriеd, and after they werе married for a little while, they decided he was going to become Catholic

So, he went to the priest and he took instruction for a long time, and he was baptized eventually. and he came home, but he couldn't get it through his head that he was a catholic, and he didn't know what the hell to do about it! so he went to the priest, and he said "look father", he said, I know I took all them instructions, and you baptized me and everything, but I can't get it through my head that I'm a catholic, what'll I do about it?

So the priest said ..[?].. No he didn't say that, he said "the only thing I can tell you do do is keep repeating to yourself, 'I'm a catholic, not a protestant, I'm a catholic, not a protestant, I'm a catholic, not a protestant, I'm a catholic, not a protestant', eventually it will penetrate your thick skull that you're a catholic and not a protestant"

So away he went, muttering to himself " 'I'm a catholic, not a protestant, I'm a catholic, not a protestant". Now, the following friday the priest happened to be going round and he decided to visit the newlyweds, and he went in and got a whiff he shouldn't get in a good catholic house on a Friday. And Mary was sitting knitting, and he says to her 'Where's Sam, Mary?' Says 'He's in the kitchen, father'. So he went into the kitchen and there was sam, and he had a huge big steak on the pan and he was scooping gravy over it, and he was saying 'You're a trout, you're not a steak, You're a trout, you're not a steak, You're a trout, you're...'

This song is called 'You're a trout, you're not a steak'. No, it's called 'The Old Orange Flute'

[Verse 1]
In the county Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon
Where many's the ruction meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade

[Verse 2]
On the twelfth of July as it yearly did come
Bob played on the flute to the sound of the drum
You may talk of your harp, your piano or lute
But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute

[Verse 3]
But Bob the Deceiver, he took us all in
He married a Papist named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the Old Cause
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws

[Verse 4]
Now the boys in the county made some comment upon it
That Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught
He fled with his wife and his fixins, to boot
And along with the lather his Old Orange Flute

[Verse 5]
At the chapel on Sunday, to atone for past deeds
Bob said Paters and Aves and counted his beads
Till after some time, at the priest's own require
He went with the old flute to play in the choir

[Verse 6]
He went with the old flute too play for the mass
But the instrument shivered and sighed."O Alas!"
And try as he might, though he made a great noise
The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys"

[Verse 7]
Bob jumped and he started, and got in a flutter
And the old flute in the blest holy water
He thought that this charm would bring some other sound
When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"

[Verse 8]
And for all he would whistle and finger and blow
To play Papish music, he found it no go
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" it freely would sound
But one Papish squeak in it couldn't be found

[Verse 9]
At a council of priests that was held the next day
They decided to banish the Old Flute away
They couldn't knock heresy out of its head
So they bought Bob a new one to play in its stead

[Verse 10]
Well the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
'Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic
As the flames soared around it, they hear a strange noise
'Twas the Old Flute still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys"

Tooral-Ay, Tooral-Ay, oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donal[?]

[laughter, applause]

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Bukshot - Thirteen lyrics

Thirteen

Bukshot

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Rap

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[Intro: Young Wicked]
Empty clips on bitches, leave them holier than a ghost
Don't expect no less from me cuz I be doing the most (I be doing the most)
Cut 'em up, cut 'em up like I was Jason, Michael, Freddy
Always ready, keep it steady, say hello to my machete
Bi-itch!

[Verse 1: S.O.N]
God ain't gonna save you from the powers that be
Ain't no devil in the dark, the beast lurkin', it's me
Bo-Bo-Body made of shadows, I am one with the blackness
Am I something out of nothing or the author of madness? (Ha!)
When we scream, Legion reign supreme
What the fuck you think you mean? This is our destiny redeemed
The smell of sulfur fills the room as I begin to grow in size
Protections only given to the souls that have been granted eyes
The rest will all be left to die
Torn apart and dead inside
Rotting in their feeble minds
Inside the void, nowhere to hide
The crows picking them apart
The skin, it cracks and bleeds
Align with us or be like them, Happy Halloween

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
I come with a sniper rifle
Don't run, I walk like Michael
When I bite you what if I go?
Realize you fuckin' with a psycho
Show and tell these weapons brag about my arsenal
Any fuckin' second 'bout to hit you with that lava fool
Attitude volatile, come through with a sharper tool
Why you really think I'm here?
Show you what I've got to do
Blood on my hands as if I need a motive
Terror, upload it
Murder, I wrote it

[Verse 3: Ipcus Pinecone (Demi Demaree)]
I am the one, I am the alien son
I am the one who will lead
I am the beast, I am the fallen who sees
Bitch, I am out of your league
I am the calm, I am the heir to the throne
Cradles and fables and gods
I am the locusts and you are the crops
I am the one, you are not
Pinecone with The M.O.B behind me
Monsters, I eat on 'em like zombies
Some think I'm a day walker
But I've been Nightbreed since 1980
Welcome to The Twilight Zone
Them humans actin' like fuckin' cattle
And they ain't gonna win win win
My team is lurkin' in the fuckin shadows

[Verse 4: Bonez Dubb]
Bitch you got me fucked up they'll know us
Have a death wish, I know it show
That bitch you heard about the one named Bonez
Cuz I be the one that come set your home on fire
Your time expire
If you fuck with me, my crew is actual killers
And they run with the B-O-N-E-Z
So we'll save you some flesh
I be cuttin' up these necks
Never claim to be the best
But I can fuck it up with the rest
My best be different
You on that heroin
And if you think that I won't show up at your fuckin' front door
Bitch I don't play that bullshit

[Verse 5: Boondox]
I step out the catacombs
Spider webs and scattered bones
Kill 'em with a twelve gauge pump
When I dump on a punk can't fuck the shatter dome
Players 'bout to be cadavers
Don't ever see a street I battle on
Silverback gorilla with a saddle on
And ridin' up, yellin' "It's Babylon!", bitch
And I'm the king of your destruction
Azrael from Hell about to end your body functions
Step up if you mad, I don't think that you have the gumption
The eyepiece in the mag damn fire wrong with that assumption

[Verse 6: Xshy361x (Shy One)]
Demon diamond light shiny bright
Creepy sounds be obvious
Faded screams by wicked synths
Tonight is horror night
If you's like home to me
Pale skin don't be afraid of me
The darkest web I only see
I promise I won't bite
If you can see 'hind my eyes (I'm a carnivore)
Please open up let me in (If you open up all the doors)
Get sick if you think about shooting them down
For them prophets, it won't be as good as I
The lyrical done rough up a good place ​to hide
Dead prophets I won't be shy

[Verse 7: Gibby Stites]
In the underground I get much props
A word to the big homie Bukshot
Gonna tear shit down, gonna play this loud
To the crowd that was smiling a mugshot
It'll be this way 'til October's over
Leave 'em red like a can of Coca-Cola
I feel possessed when I kill the rest
This time of year my soul is colder
Fuck you pay me, that's the motto
They writin' disses tryna hit the lotto
Chuggin' Hatorade by the bottles
Straight to the depths of Hell they wallow
Follow, follow, follow me
In the dark and try to see
Ain't nobody safe
This place turns a face
Came to bring pain on Halloween

[Verse 8: C-Mob]
If you fuck with the thirteen
I'm no earthling and I'm thirsting for your blood
Always been frustratin' but the church schemes
So I'm lurking with a grudge
Venom dispersing, hear the worst screams
Evil's lurking with that grudge
Bodies the hearse brings to the church
Cling to the hurt feign for their love
Too many rappers now but they suck cock
But the dope ones don't get enough props
All of this bullshit really must stop
I know they don't want it with Bukshot
And they don't want it with C-Mob
Cuz I will be causin' your guts to rupture
You just a buster
The pain that I bring is too much to muster

[Verse 9: Skribbal]
Your death is a breath away breeze
Spirits that feed corrupting my soul that I seize
Stuck in the cell and can't plead
Fire release pure
I fuck 'bout to stab your peace
Finally releasing control of me
Slowly embrace the goddess below me
Y'all be living inside and them owe me
Look in the mirror, no frame that can hold me
Still, I'm killing for real
Barbarian carry them all at the heel
Buried in fields
Settin' them proper
Get with the roster
Shootin' your ass at home like a mobster
Poppin' them pots it's fuckin' at random
I shoot up your concert
It's preacher I don't need my holiest dag
Whose spirit? That Uzi the microphone wack that put you in jail

[Verse 10: Dieabolik The Monster]
It's fuckin' Halloween like Laurie Strode with a gory hoe
I puttin' holes inside your chest the size of Oreos
Leave your bitch alive so I know the story's told
And march the fuckin' gang to your crib like oh we out
'Dox with a pair of vice grips and Buk with a Louis Slugger
And we back with a big machete and Sam's fuckin' pumpkin sucker
Like bitch I'm spittin' wicked shit til the people's hands spent some
Turn 'em into ash like Evil Dead costumes, I'm gone

[Verse 11: Grimm GFX]
I'm the preacher of the dark commandments
And I'ma see the sun go black when the God commands it
I'ma be causin' damage
Caught up in the murderous curse of a haunted mansion
Whether I'm soul trappin' or called into action
You better go to sleep with both the lights on
Make no mistake, I'm a poltergeist
And this ain't the game you should roll the dice on
Grimm Elias summer of the swamp where the creature of the black lagoon has been hidin'
Been violent causin' calamity
Off on a riot call from Messiah
We lit a fire one, sunrise won't be no sign of us
'Cause we own the night with the fire bucks
And we gone to light when the time is up

[Verse 11: Cody Manson]
I've been getting to this bag, everyday is Halloween
Getting sucked up by The Bride of Frankenstein, this bitch got double D's
Mask on at your front door, this ain't trick or treat
Look inside my trunk, guarantee there's a couple felonies
And on Westside 216, pump shit up with two M16's
Just wastin' at a motherfucker, witch, try come and fuck with me
And Chucky tried to run off with my cream, I stabbed 'em in his spleen
Put that little puddy-cat to sleep just like some ketamine

[Verse 12: Ritual Of Ether]
Bro please, I fuck these witches in threes
Them pussy lips like a piece
I give the titties a squeeze
Who couldn't you diss in your dream?
I put a fist in your cheek
I empty a clip on your team
I cut your wrist if you reach
You should just slit 'em and bleed
I kill your bitch with that butter
Please while you sippin' your tea
Ain't no one sicker than me
Why would you listen to me?
Bitch I just go sit with the freaks
Maniacal wicked and evil
I make a trick for a treat
I let the ritual reap 'em

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Kenny Golder Jr. - Oh My lyrics

Oh My

Kenny Golder Jr.

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Rap

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[Hook]
I got like 30 people talking
I ain't really tryna listen
I’m just focused on the music
I’m just glad the fam is with me
On the road, When i ride
Got the gang, On the side
Say the word, They gone slide
On me, Oh my
Say the word, They gone slide
On me, Oh my

[Verse 1]
Time elapsing pretending i ain't the man dawg
While i’m steady running the mac like it’s a hand off
And my team elite like we the vanguard
Staying in niggas heads knocking they caps off
No cap, I rap likе number one extra Mac saucе
Drippin’ Aquafina, no fuck it i think its that Voss
And we ain't been compatible like a DDoS
You like white chicks, with no White Claws
And I got bars, like the xanny man
Poppin’ off full automatic like im the Taliban
Good aim, my shot, NYC Son of Sam
Son of God, Son of Ken, dark like im a son of Shem
And I know they ain't hip, but they should’ve been
The girls that passed up on my back then? Thinkin’ what coulda been
Ain't that a bitch, the way the role switch
Now I talk shiit and I get rich

[Hook]
I got like 30 people talking
I ain't really tryna listen
I’m just focused on the music
I’m just glad the fam is with me
On the road, When i ride
Got the gang, On the side
Say the word, They gone slide
On me, Oh my
Say the word, They gone slide
On me, Oh my

[Verse 2]
People talk so much you’d think that they know me
From missin my calls, turn around to wanna be brodies
Wanna be homies, man I can see that they phonies
‘Cause my niggas got stripes and I ain't talking no Tony
What you know about a ride or die?
The red and blue in the back
Flashy lights in ya eye
Thinkin’ goodbye
To my degree
When suddenly
My big homie told to me
Stay composed
Tell a lie and never fold
Live and die by the code
When I hit the road
And if i run into a problem
I know that my niggas with me
From Bobby, Owie, Wojo, Luke and down to the day one Denny

[Hook]
I got like 30 people talking
I ain't really tryna listen
I’m just focused on the music
I’m just glad the fam is with me
On the road, When i ride
Got the gang, On the side
Say the word, They gone slide
On me, Oh my
Say the word, They gone slide
On me, Oh my

[Outro]
They gone slide
On me, Oh my
They gone slide
Oh my

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Dr. Tulung - AZN SZYPHER lyrics

AZN SZYPHER

Dr. Tulung

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Rap

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[Intro - Dr. Tulung]
AZN SZN, AZN SZYPHER
Eight MCs spit back to back to back to back to back to back to back to back
The words speak for themselves
Yuh, okay, alright, let’s go!

[Verse 1 - Unicow Nick, *Unicow Nick & Dr. Tulung*]
Had to come back, yeah, it’s Unicow Nick
It’s AZN SZN, the squad is now lit
Laying down heat, I’m never gon’ quit
We just stay ballin’ like weber go swish
I can see fakes, I got byakugan
Rest in piece Neji, you know that boy gone
I know I’m late, but 新年快乐
Year of the asians, yeah, this is our *song*
If you don’t F’ wit’ it, please go be gone
I’m spitting flames like amaterasu
Never let negative vibes consume you
AZN SZN, keep you shocked like Pikachu
I’mma stay on a roll
Never left honor roll
I know you’re feeling my aura like jotaro
Hold up tho, why am I gettin’ so lyrical?
Yeah, not really tho
Munchin’ on cereal
Smooth like a blade, just call me Ichigo
I cannot stop me, wack rappers is sloppy
They couldn’t top me, go find a new hobby
Sorry not sorry, I chill in the lobby
What are the plans?
Stuntin’ on Instagram, yeah, I’m the man
Never forget from where I began
This one goes out to all of my fans
Duck Popeyes on top, that is the plan

[Verse 2 - Hanna]
Listen, I’m different, cause I ain’t no other
A shoulder to cry on but I am no mother
I ain’t no game, yeah, not Katniss in Hunger
Sleeping on me like I put them to slumber
Love me or hate me, just don’t leave me broke
Trying to date me, I’d rather be choked
All that I say is no cap on these hoes
With my girls out here, we’re chasing that dough
Uh, new to this scene
Like the Great Gatsby, blue and the green
Like Migos, I’m bad and boujee indeed
I live in your head, and in it for free
At Christmas, I’m feeling naughty
Bodied, while you catching bodies
Herpes, not a surprise that you caught it
Reversing roles, the streets you belong in
Get all your garbage off me
My heart is a gamble, Vegas
The chase for me is dangerous
I dream in the day, thinking at night
My mind is lost in mazes
My fall for you was painless
The rise for me, I’m famous
I won’t ever change, and I never lie
The color gray, I’ll stay with

[Interlude - Dr. Tulung, *Sam*]
Nice, nice. Sam, you ready?
*...I don’t know bro...*
What do you mean, you “don’t know”?
*Alright, I am!! You happy??*
Dude, it’s alright. Just spit
*WOAH, WOAH, WOAH… IS THAT SAM? NAPI???*

[Verse 3 - Sam Napi, *Dr. Tulung*, **Sam Napi & Dr. Tulung**]
I am the menace who said
He’d be banging his lady that day in October (*Ooh!*)
They said they’d forgive and forget
But it wasn’t meant, I thought it was over (*Mmm!*)
Here is the path to get sober
I got the money and power now
Mind is a fortress, live in a palace now
You are the tourist, fill it with malice now
**This is a battleground!**
Can anyone see me?
Life is a wind, and I'm feeling too breezy
Out with the fear of speaking, now in the season’s greetings
Planting the seed to a peach tree
Face of my church, I’m balling
God is the birth of my knowledge
Still, I get hurt when I’m falling harder
I got a team I can call on often (*Yuh!*)
I share a name and the fame with a superstore vet
Work there to purchase the newest Corvette
The fate I will take, either blue or the red
How ‘bout I chew on the two pills instead?
Hope y’all can pay off your funeral debt
You call me dead ‘cause I’m new to the game
The truth is to say my music is flames
I’m using the hate just to prove that I’m great

[Interlude - Sam, *Dr. Tulung*]
WOOOOO!!!
*Ohw... okay. Alright! You know, that was… that was pretty hype.*
Next in line… big man himself
(Here you go, tl_track)

[Verse 4 - tl_track, *Dr. Tulung*, **tl_track & Dr. Tulung**]
Ooh, I’m sorry, Gen
Didn’t even dance at the party, but it’s already **dead**
Toss you some manga, it’s already read
Swallowed future athletes on my **bed**
B. Lou and Zias, where you at?
Carry this beat in a body bag
Tl_track, no copycats
I write classics, **Pontiac**
All of it new like Iggy
Government gave me stimmy, I spend it on Fendi
Drip too silly, too petty
Need that WAP like Fetty
Adin Ross, my hero
Academia, rank up from zero
Two, Darling in the FRANXX, no hot dog
Tryna give someone that gawk gawk (*Justin!*)
3,000, I love you, no cappin’
No slackin’, I look for action
Bring guys and girls to the address (*Sus!*)
They sleep on me like a mattress
2,000 hours, offended
That time was spent CS-ing
Not talking computers, but it’s my type of shooter, here, I’ll end it
IT’S DRIFT!

[Verse 5 - Nikki Kanaj, *Dr. Tulung*]
Some kid named Nicholas
It’s been a while just haven’t been into this, ay (*Ay*)
I’m goin ridiculous
Nick and a goat I don’t know what the difference is, ay (*Ay*)
Don’t care ‘bout our differences but we differ in so many different ways (*Ways*)
Had to get out of my bed and go conquer some shit it’s a different day (*Way*)
Yeah, I’m back and I’m in it
Stay on your head like the cap not no fitted
Ran up the back had a strap he was with it
Wait, I was cappin, no cap, I was kiddin
Know you like that on my hat it was thrifted
Stay in the present cause that’s what we’re gifted
Lookin behind at the past that has drifted
Forwards the future that never existed
In the car and I’m taking a big hit (*Ay*)
Haven’t done blinks in a minute (*Ay*)
Windows fogged look like they tinted (*Ay*)
Cops around, keep that SHIT hidden (*Ay*)
Sativa, the air is conditioned (*Ay*)
Keep the bass up like I’m fishing (*AY!*)
Give it a whiff, I’ll teach you to rip it
Reason they call me a misfit

[Verse 6 - Ael, *Dr. Tulung*]
I’m on this beat, and I’ll spit
Here with the squad, it’s Noel, Vic, and Nick (*Nick*)
Shoes on my feet are legit
They came with the box, can you handle my fists? (*Fists*)
Fucking with me, get a stitch
Walmart employee, you know that I'm rich (*Rich*)
Now that I’m needing a wish
I got a few, lemme show you the list (*List!*)
Luckiest man on the planet
I’ve been a fan of what’s there on her head, it’s a blessing
Hair and her smile, her eyes, and the rest that comprises her presence
Personality commanding respect, and in public I panic
Heart of gold, but you can’t put a price on affection
Making me laugh to match my aggression
I cry when the high notes are belted
So many words to describe her
I could list all of them into this cypher
Loyal and faithful, sike! She a liar
There ain’t no reason to give her some time, so
I trust that she’s missing the hugging and kissing
My love that she wishing, enough for a ring
Then at the wedding, there ain’t no confetti
Together is never, the queen and the king
But I am Israel, the next Adesanya
Punching your guts and there’s blood in your soft spot
Ball at the courts while they crawling on fours
I’m a Christian by faith, and I’m playing the cross up
Speaking your language, bangabseubnida
You watch for your karma, “buang” the “sampah”
If I feel good and I make her go “haha”
Insert the D, put it after the comma

[Interlude - Dr. Tulung, *Ael*]
Ooo!!!
*Grrrt, pow, pow, pow, pow!*
Bro!!! Come on, now! Let’s go!!

[Verse 7 - Nasi Kuning, *Nasi Kuning & Dr. Tulung*]
Livin’ in a world that is so full of tragedy
Casually happening, actually saddening
When I try and fathom the culture, imagine
These staggering challenges
Constantly at our feet
So I sit and examine
The reason this madness
Exists and inhabits the facets of this planet
But I’m grappling with the fact
That my actions, are the cause and the impact
I don’t wanna spit a bunch of bars
Witty rhymes and a ton of punch lines
Just for the hell of it
I don’t wanna tell you that I’m better than anyone
And I’m not gonna flex that I’m always in my element
But if that’s all there ever really was to staying prevalent
You’re not gonna catch me fade away into irrelevance
Gotta be malevolent, gotta be equivalent
Stooping to that level so I’m working with the devil
On the details, eat competition like wheat thins
Teeth in this game, that I’m chewing up completely
Believe me, defeating enemies, it ain’t really appealing
Stepping up to me cause these odds are not even a problem
Honestly, honesty, modesty, probably
Not really ever kinda relevant
A fact, might as well be hypocritical
Stealing these bars, I don’t care if it’s original
Burn you like amaterasu, I gotchu (Unicow Nick)
Quivering in fear cause I got no regard for the
Fact that I rap inexact with a whack flow
Smoke those in my path like tobacco
Like the Great Gatsby, got a lotta class (Hanna)
Difference is, when I simp- won’t get attached
Vibing, despite her, since I am a menace (Sam)
Lines over heads, like I be shooting webbing (Thwip!)
So sleep on me like a mattress (Timmy!)
You’ll wake up flat on your back cause
I spit facts straight on the axis
Just like a tomahawk, bury a hatchet (Nikki Kanaj!)
Now finished on this beat that I spit (Ael!)
Legit with the squad it’s *“Tokyo Drift!”*
Then pass it on to our proctor
Friend and my colleague, here comes the Doctor (Doctor!)

[Interlude - Nasi Kuning, *Dr. Tulung*]
Alright, it’s all on you, Dr. Dre-
I mean, Dr. Hooters-
*(exhales sharply)*
Wait, no, th- you know what I’m talking about
Give us some heat
*Oh? You think so?*
*Hmm… yuh, okay, okay, okay.*

[Verse 8 - Dr. Tulung]
Big thanks to my friends and colleagues
Sent them all each a Red Ferrari (Rari)
Real fans of the game will follow me
If you’re gonna hate, too late to stop me
Safe than sorry (Yah!)
I hope one day I’m gonna put a gate around me (Gate)
Live for entertainment, comedy (Yuh!)
What’s been second nature’s already
First in my mind, and I merge with the first or the next of my kind
But the worst isn’t measured in lines
It’s measured in words, I expect nothing less in my prime
But I blur and I slur and I mess up the rhymes
The rest of the line, we’re the best of the times
You can never be sure what events will arise
I’ll perform in a shirt and tie, or a skirt if you sent me to die
I’m asserting the vibes (Yuh!)
I’ll do it with a check, but no transaction
Ready to keep your seat belts fastened
After the fact, your whip is cracking
Stiff as a brick in this joint
A kiss or a diss, they’re addressed in my voice
A hit or a miss, but I’ll get to the point
The flick of the wrist and a sentence is born
If it’s a mess, then it’s torn (Mmm!)
When a genius is interrupted
I can hear my English suffering (Mmm!)
On this beat, I can feel the drumming
I don’t fear any repercussions (No!)
In the streets, see bleeding corpses
At least that the dead are dozing (Yuh!)
I will keep me a mental note for
When I reach to the heavens over
My cerebrum, the end is chosen, ayy!
Did it again
Sitting on singles ‘cause this is the trend
Pringles on shoulders is simply a hit to the soul
Overflow, and I’m filling the can
COVID mode, spitting as sick as the dead
Open a show, let the children commence
Those who are foes are not given my dread
The flows go over your head
This is the DOCTOR!

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