Discerning Lyrics
Title | Discerning Lyrics |
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Artist | Cas Metah |
Album | Second Wind |
Release Date | 2016-12-09 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Verse 1: Theory Hazit Lacing up the verse and writing up a dope hook So tighten up your notebook, like the days of jacking beats and biting's over Summer nights invites cobras in command, but who's controlling the jam? Theory Hazit like I told you who I am I write to penetrate hearts As life goes on to imitate art the fake finishes when it starts Don't get mad 'cause I discern your evil ways Call me broke 'cause these are things broke people say You put a lot of work in but you'll never see the day Unless you sell your soul glow to homos And every albums feeling like a promo, no dough That's why these new rappers turn gangster quick Claim a clique and ain't gangbanged a lick Fronted dope money now they owe money Used to be dope but now they flow funny Struggling just to get some show money And see as humans we ain't thankful enough What makes it worse is that we pray for this stuff, get it, then don't want it no more Scratch hook: Theory Hazit Verse 2: Cas Metah Ancient visions paint the pictures that make the difference for the saints and sinners Save the lip and display the wisdom written 'cause them things you saying making angels shiver Chains get lifted when keys unlock context Just 'cause you went to college don't mean you deeper than a Loch Ness Monster Stop it, you're not a modern day prophet You're a merchant turning temples into markets In a din of thieves, causing identity theft regarding the Prince of Peace False with authority, best fall to your knees calling With apologies to the all seeing carpenter When they say "home is where the heart is" You ought to start pondering the possibility of pain and darkness Sorry I hate to argue, but fragrance imposters are not flame retardant Scratch hook: Theory Hazit Verse 3: Re:Flex the Architect Okay so you move packs of weight, stacking pay Gats will spray 'til cats I hate will pass away Oh wow, you fascinate But I spot a masquerade, dapper slaves trapped in cage Acting brave for accolades for audiences half your age Lie detectors activate for as much as a gentle cough 'cause the B.S. you spit out sets my Spidey senses off now That's why I move like dodging bullets in the Matrix Soon as I hear your single on a playlist Hits with no feeling, so we feel so numb You claim you're getting brains while you sing and go dumb Comic and oxymoronic sonnets of chronic induced vomit If it's dope it's hard to diss, but it's not so it's hard to stomach If your flow was as sick as your body would be If you bed like half the models you'd claim, you'd change the game But even now honesty's a viable trend You can't capitalize 'cause you lie and pretend Like you're V.I.P. in places that don't even have a guest list Triple O.G. in the streets that you never messed with You being real's like Mel Gibson not being a racist Sadly unsupported by latest recorded statementsYou might also like |